The rising of the co-fixture of imminent capitulation in the face of the Gods of grace and sorrow is the song of decay and justice in a world of bifurcated delusions of heaven and hell. So sing Goddess of the the wrath of quiescent tyranny in the jaws of malevolent dedication to the wrath of the impartial stupification of all notions of a saving grace or existential justification. – Esinz
It would appear unjust, this trident hemisphere’s mangled misleadings, the crapshoot destiny parlances, the grim defeatist social framing, the intricate detailed manipulations of contrived guilt, the hash slinging orator’s tangents that tinge the waters and recreate the fallen archangel’s testimonial wrath. The spirited offerings of halo’d virtue regress in empathetic reluctance to battle nature’s solution to misguided conceptions of world order. This saturated circumference races to a destiny unknown to all its travelers, yet the least lead the most in untruths, in a rock scissors paper rational. So I collect my ruminations and half truths and spin my compass. – Sinz