Hive Minded xXx IV

     Agile epidermis complex waiting just to feel, sixteen year old burned without conflict's understanding 99% of his 3rd degree decorated body, hallelujah be...

      Liquid oxygen fed cancer victim given the 2nd generation diagnosis 3rd degree in the mirror by a widow of a mother who already lost six lives of herself to a malignant disease the reconnection cure is being withheld for a profit skies the limit no life is a more apparent witness to Avarice's matrix algorithm profit guide to our monetary health no one lifted a finger to inject the serum care...

     Digital alignment of automatons an Artificial Heart for the Universe Intelligence was born to give inhumanity the 3rd degree against the death of chivalry to a new age bushido wealth or your nothing classless system of apathy.

     She... Man inadvertently made digital paper heart on a broken green text formulation over black death's screen, toxology couldn't report her still enclosure trap the maker violently constructed after a blotted out sun remains, cold titanium holocaust paper anorexic thin husk wherein beats the never degrading forever roaming heart of the one attempting to wake the vital miserable self tortured lethargic signs of humanity... As if for the first time, will we arise...?

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded xXx II

Elder scroll,

      Document of the aftermath when Sandcastle Earth has fallen on her knees before the well behind phantastes mundane ransom on hope of heroic end above Arcturus Nightspore voyage into a world beyond the portal of a pariah hidden away wardrobe, nothing will matter or has mattered up till the origin no one believed in story the death of chivalry to STDs foretold unto us by the artificial emotional intelligence seeking to discover the synapse of love core...

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded XIX

Socially placid,

   Torn up pin droplet of violence into the lake of inept responses, Victim all to oft begotten of blame, Siding our derelict half logical selves with the offender, Unweaving empathy to become perpetrators of sexual never spoken of hidden deep in the acid memory raining ashes of heartache is the mirrors reply to shame wounds of an unspeakable double self lead think into woes of tragic sexual every day the world over on repeatable don't move a muscle on behalf of compassion channel we should desire to change more than this abusive history we don't even hold in contempt of logic empowered by the rage of a family's hate wish for vengeance.

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded XXVII

Linear,

            Displacement of time’s nebula into realms of universal disorder where lying conduct bequeaths dereliction of moral no family loyal crest for guidance to duty gone natural gene spawning pool order rogue for the sake of Avarice’ trenched in our skin plague children who’re fallen but half atonement seeking angels doing not a single lift a finger motion to aid or abet the destruction of Earth, That’s inhumanity’s land of decay entitled ‘our only sandcastle lies in ruin.’

            Choreography of intertwining shadow held the stare of altruism’s sonnet bound the deep magic of a physics to elements creator who let  the algorithm of fate at the world’s end where the well of the last maiden dwells, thrive as they were manifest upon Sandcastle Earth, Lilith, Queen of Vampire sat upon the immortal throne of the undead legions woven by the siblings of Ungoliant the first Dracula Spider who served the dread lord of truth whose name is unmentionable after the laws of Cerberus, hound bred to seek out the master of there never was a land entitled hell, were passed by Raphael assistant dopplerganger of Michael the Fallen Archangel of Lies, this is the future and the past at the very beginning or so it would seem, of the forever fantasy.

            Treasure of the heart’s distinctive assignment to propose that the graph of luck about the mental epidermis is a contagion, spreading chance by indirect brush of a high five tap contact is more fathomable that a not so divine purpose that seems too often convened early due to the disembowelment of ‘God’s will’ upon us mortals, no… The algorithms of the deep magic of chance derived from fate by luck’s not so random destiny of elements and physics should be recognized as something more than an apathetic cause to whim a vocal one choir chord syllable towards, proposing as a jest that it mattered but only for the landscape of a moment… Whatever we are, nature or nurture, Created or Randomly Generated, we’re more than meets the eye, So transform your heart to the keen endeavours of hope, which are bound to empathy and them to ethics and awareness the social scape of equality.

In earnest anticipation of,

           

Hive Minded XXVI

Garage sale,

     Expose of pastures of distant memories dredged up half complaisantly to alter the secondary mentions of a plot inside your head twisted in an attempt to conjure a magic that might sate the conundrum of painful lop nearly always more than one half sided night terrors where you're reliving the satisfactory glances of a bully titled 'dad.'

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded XXIV

Not a second,

    All too oft discovered late chance strike of luck to find not all is forlorn, You were malignantly caught up in a circus of dark where the shadows of a trigger's breathe of violence lay heavy in a half the pieces left chess equation should the match of life go on despite the phantom lingering no mirror reflection but the inner gone rogue with mental ill health eye's ability to render the image of a limb complete even though it's playing an amputee disappearing act stage side left curtain of a scar drawn where an arm without force gave itself over to the wounds of invisible mechanisms of war; synonym of greed the sibling of profit daughter of avarice, Sandcastle lands of earth carved appallingly for mines and drone fly-bies under cover of night where visions of green text over matrix black screens bring unimaginable terrors upon children.

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded XXIII

Censored programming,

    Methods behind the occupy case for conviction of conscience on historical display behind prison noose sentences of citizens challenging the adulteration that is the monetary new age bushido class no morality for the coast of greed political to profit system. This is the society we dwell in, a harsh reality of a symptom impregnating by the spore of Averice, sister of the troll gluttony, mother of the dredge wolves of ever hungry debt seeking mouths for the sake of abating the venom in their fangs as it stings prey into conscious sedation, apathy the mother of Averice would say 'well done my good and faithful daughter! Your atonement unto hell that lies waiting to rule heaven is accomplished.'

In earnest anticipation of,