I Saw A Memory Lost Within A Litter Of Stolen Lies – Wrapped In Words

Self styled impurities signifying ones own self-worth, used dramatically by others as a service for ridicule by those who cast themselves as the judgment makers, pathetic whelps who congregate with others of like stature to incoherently worship ones selflessness while at the same time stripping the people they pose to protect of everything that is theirs, signatures on worthless documents mean nothing if those upholding the supposed laws live outside them, invent a new machine, then break it again, because humanity feeds off its own pathetic self, slavery sanctified, pittance personified, a regimented silence forced without retribution or discussion, suffocating sickness beneath the oncoming darkness of a tomorrow written in the ashes of an already broken today…

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