Hive Singularity Mind: Rigorous Issues I

Losing out on hope,

      As the door slams and evil drives arrogantly away, Mad at you but playing a sinister emotional vortex chess he should never win unless you submit yet again, Winning only because you're overflowing with  instead of hatred at the misogynistic rife swastika domination melody of manipulation he's relationship grave preaching... What a vile overlord, Holding your noose.

In lieu of her resignation,
Unto him...!

Hive Mind: Day Dreaming I

Speechless uninspiring surprise,

       Spam bowed unto silent response intellectual pathway's full as the endless prayer stream of emails written to G-d remain despondent and unsorrowfully responded to...

In lieu of our participation in, 
Sleeping awake, 
By choice.

Hive Mind: Lucid Accumulations I

Ten bourbon's down,

      Vernacularly I still can't touch the poetic sky, Howling for the sake of seemingly patronising dreams, Will the world tangibly ever day by nightmarish isolationist hope evening see equality?

In lieu of our participation in,
Becoming soldiers...
Reaching for dust!

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels

Saying sorry,

    Unapologetically applying a lip falsetto of sinking in the mirror's reflection of ghosts service, Gasping phantoms foretelling a kaleidoscope multiple never scene ending invisible witness, Anointed the requiem bleak poisonous mouth sick piece spouting dissolution about a dreamscape that will never come. Because G-d, like us, gave up.

In lieu of our non-participation,
As the world via intolerance
Burned.

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels IV

Lying in church,

     Morality asleep on the pew before the throne now encompassed by hate, Whose been granted all lip falsities service for bestowing a forecast of naught but sin, Submerged is equality behind the blind eyes of the white madness, Illogically bound to principles no satellite beyond heaven can replicate the destructive sound, For the chaos bore only treason of the any circumstances found within manifests of violence and all manner of intolerance, As a destiny roll of the kaleidoscope fate dice prepared by G-d herself now sat desolate of hope beyond the throne of life... Love is dead, She was a desolate sacrifice!

In lieu of our moderation,
To stand up for others 

Maleficent Condescension: What Angels III

Lying in church,


     Honesty asleep in the place where the malignancy of hope's derelict vocabulary sworn oath to greed now resides a mentor whose granted all lips worst accumulation of reckless language service unto the herald of all madness whose only forecast is an ending we'll never live to see. 

In lieu of our silent front,
Spoken to the authorities against love

Maleficent Condescension: What of Angels II

Lying to the absolute,

     To history's most honest memory lamp, Twins dying to keep silent; Morality asleep on the pew, head bowed in the lap of his most ancient derelict f(r)iend, Kin dread her name forsaken be the sound of unaduterated silence, Born on the winds of cancer beyond the well nearest the ever whispered world's pagan end; her tattooed sleeve described as her entirety being woven of the most hideous tangible hell shadow: Hope...

     They together sat before the vision enshrined, Whose granted all lip falsities service unto the herald of all madness whose only eternal momentarily given forecast is sin, Yet only warning was to be patient and balanced in the face of every unfathomable crime!

     As if the only ticket to life is turn the other eye...

In lieu of our participation in,
Forgoing will and courage
Foreshadowing all...
Blind eye to:
crime(s)