Hive Mind XxxX IX

Crash addiction landing,

       Survival of the manipulative fittest champions of vacant profit no street but endless dollar bound derelict righteous abusive hand swing above the sinking line Lisa whose captain laced the hook to sink every opposing stance but the submissive mimes of greed, who revolted in the so over moral trench play war ground of debt's  noose unto anchor thrown over the unforecasted side of Medusa; inhumanity's avarice harpoon sinking heart enthroned with apathy ship that swore an oath to turn a blind over the shoulder never eye plead the degree of five times the losses no paper falsify shredded trail ever witnessed half a raised eye spectacle down to render inept at sight glance down an evil nose at the  last civilian never raises a voice but to protest death casualties.

In earnest anticipation of,

Malefic Condescension II

Angels on fire,

       Six ashen char onyx black wings no bell ever tolled for exist as a prelude to naked light epidermis forms of seraphim who never sung the creative genesis evacuation of the red tide sea shores of hidden life came evolutions a code of broken no one left alive moral trench fibre k-nine death stench ethics of the scythe bearing ancient soul oblivion swell, Death Himself.

In earnest anticipation of,

Malefic Condescension I

Condescending Belief,

     All fate stored up in heaven, God reassured testimony of death in hand He's deemed it your time to die... Ignorant nothing shall ever be hallowed on earth as these pathetic psalms cast out of grotesque sight blind faith's false harbinger of lies testimony stands at the right hand of nature watching the dust of greed nurture mankind into an iced over earth state of hell has all of its fury pent sleeve half rolled tattooed cross visibly up stored for inhumanity and not Satan, for he is but one ashen no wing from bell toll angel in the grand unquenchable audience witnessing the down never raised a Devil's whisper in the ear of a single child of man fall of Sandcastle Inhumanity's Universe!

In earnest anticipation of,

A Poetic Prose Preview: Malefic Condescension I

Condescending Belief,

     All fate stored up in heaven, God reassured testimony of death in hand He's deemed it your time to die... Ignorant nothing shall ever be hallowed on earth as these pathetic psalms cast out a sights of grotesque belief!

In earnest anticipation of,