xvCarousels with whores for horses go round and round, numbing the mind. Lawn chairs painted red with spilt blood line the fields as pens ruin paper, scrawling away about the future. Outdone in our game we lay defeated, intelligence doubted and wrongness proven. We are the freaks in the sideshows, kept in cages and forced to dance with hot pokers under our feet.xv
Forgetting the troubles, casting away the trouble causers. Spinning under the gray sky with arms stretched and teeth bared. Screaming with such ferocity thats throats bloody and arteries tear. Shaking the heavens above and below, forcing them from were They sit. Longing for
xivSilence carressing the bare bones of imagination, stripped clean by the greedy savenger, the politican. Minds of the children poisioned by the sick afterbirth of a careless system. Their creators trawling both forward and no where, steadily planting and killing young trees of artifical ambitions, hopes, dreams.xiv
The suffocating hand of the protector hushes the offspring of its flock. Vocal cords cut without need for surgery, quieted before they may sing, and dance, and learn, and play. Brains removed, mechanical parts taking place as the protector teaches all the little children the Evil of The Nature. The deathliness of insects,
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