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so called western civilisation,
is cooking us alive,
our " primitive" ways
were far more
civilized
working
with nature
not against it
Few words of love
Few words of light
See me through the night
To the morning light
So that in my life
I might fight the good fight
Deliver me not from the original grievances
   I issue the wrath to follow
Free the drain on soul strengths that the fraying sanity
    constantly borrows
Instant sloughs of darkly ill magical face cream smearing my guise
Fake dreams of deliverance a nuanced
    future of centuries undone in demise
I can not take any more than the furthest
strengths of human torture
Yet each day the vexes of deadly Angels await
   at my fashioning of hope's,...
          personal door
Can strong words and mighty trials of perseverance help?...
  That which is the truth of existence for me?

Only vague streams of winners and losers
    and deniers await taking their weapons
       and striking at me .... is the sending ,message that can be seen

As zombies gloating over quivering scampering limbs
The vice of walls to protect me now grows far too thin

Oration's tone sounding of skivy demonic crowded contrasts
From champion to hate from glory to denial Earth's
     deadly lack of concern lays it's lies hurt and endemic blasts
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