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Dec 2017
The truth is gregarious and sharp with the world being peeled away by its insensitivity.
With doctors planting gourmet pills to feed the emotional,
Although glut is an impossibility to herculean farce.
For the blasphemy has overgrown into the natural industry
Whose characteristics bespoke religion.
Praying to an idol with hedonism reaching for the hand of Theocentric disposition.
For we were taught," Resent the lies, Accept the truth"
Becoming, "Resent the truth, accept the lies for they are not as avarice.”
Destroying such intelligence to comprehend damnation.
Silky like the kiss of death.
Soft and understanding of such emotions.
Protecting such against the false truth of the universe's intentions.
Written by
curated chaos  23/M
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