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the seven his assertion of inspired transgression over a world wrought with weakness. by binary adjustment an image to program vanity’s conformity. youth poisoned, a child’s self-worth corrupted, advertisement’s teaching destructive. a conglomerate’s ambition—its fruition; ********** giving birth to a blanket of poverty— a blanket of laced infection to stave the cold of squalor’s tribulation, while old money flaunts its fanciful garment of dust. the ********** of human nature guiding the hands of men. women, children— the victims made slaves to the flesh of another, living as shades of potential, suffering the abuse of disgusting existential. pounds of grain producing pound of cattle. stores of meat kept spilling to waste, a carnivorous diets’ diversity an obese symbol of currency. ingestion a hobby, an identity, meanwhile the faceless scavenge; suffering sustenance scarcity. an abuse of a system— its purpose to help those in catastrophism. a righteous gift bled dry by those capable, them unwilling to provide; tarnishing validity of those deserving of goodness’ generosity. a cause for uncertainty and a deflated right hand economy. cruel acts rarely noble in purpose, the darkest notions of man in revenge do surface. chilling reminders of what used to be— but has never changed since this dawn’s reign. reminders of man’s gruesome nature, painting battered cities crimson, stained memories provoking perpetual cruelty. an age deemed— enlightenment, in a world unchanged. by arrogance of the aforementioned, our heads buried in the sands of self-deception. a falsified claim to reign– this race, creation’s self appointed kings; demand to see but refuse to witness our own hideous reflection. by them his assertion of inspired transgression over a world wrought with weakness; the seven—his market list. humanity, long since infant breath, something to deplore; leaving no shortage of souls in the devil’s department store.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
The Devil's Department Store
the seven his assertion of inspired transgression over a world wrought with weakness. by binary adjustment an image to program vanity’s conformity. youth poisoned, a child’s self-worth corrupted, advertisement’s teaching destructive. a conglomerate’s ambition—its fruition; ********** giving birth to a blanket of poverty— a blanket of laced infection to stave the cold of squalor’s tribulation, while old money flaunts its fanciful garment of dust. the ********** of human nature guiding the hands of men. women, children— the victims made slaves to the flesh of another, living as shades of potential, suffering the abuse of disgusting existential. pounds of grain producing pound of cattle. stores of meat kept spilling to waste, a carnivorous diets’ diversity an obese symbol of currency. ingestion a hobby, an identity, meanwhile the faceless scavenge; suffering sustenance scarcity. an abuse of a system— its purpose to help those in catastrophism. a righteous gift bled dry by those capable, them unwilling to provide; tarnishing validity of those deserving of goodness’ generosity. a cause for uncertainty and a deflated right hand economy. cruel acts rarely noble in purpose, the darkest notions of man in revenge do surface. chilling reminders of what used to be— but has never changed since this dawn’s reign. reminders of man’s gruesome nature, painting battered cities crimson, stained memories provoking perpetual cruelty. an age deemed— enlightenment, in a world unchanged. by arrogance of the aforementioned, our heads buried in the sands of self-deception. a falsified claim to reign– this race, creation’s self appointed kings; demand to see but refuse to witness our own hideous reflection. by them his assertion of inspired transgression over a world wrought with weakness; the seven—his market list. humanity, long since infant breath, something to deplore; leaving no shortage of souls in the devil’s department store.
I apologize for the inconvenience of length, but feel this work required it to a degree. Another digital cookie offered if the subject of this piece is identified, and another if the "right hand economy" reference is understood.
shaun-meehan
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
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