Day follows day... with absurdity piled upon absurdity. From the top of the dung heap, the royalty of flies, feast upon the decaying matter that forms the altar they have built to themselves. It is naught but a filthy mirror, smeared with the offenses they have committed upon themselves and others.
There in the marketplace of useless things... the merchants buy and sell. They rub their hands together. They are sure that a good deal went down... deep and low. They are as sleek as otters surfing on an oil slick as it washes up on shore. Their expensive custom suits conceal the horizontal expansion of appetites indulged in... at the expense of others... whose lives and dreams they have consumed. Who can ever stop them?
They have purchased the governments. Law enforcement exists as their own army of rent-a-cops. They administer the cash register religions that have been further and further translated by them into the single dictate; me first, you later... maybe. They crucified the one... who lives still... as a testament of what happens when you get out of line with the currency gobblers. Everything is backward and upside down.
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