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"This is life's soundtrack for the unlucky ones. Those born under mocking signs of pain and misfortune. Them that get the hell as their story deserving of the others who cheated something and got it good. Here suffering is seemingly infinite for the infantile. This dreadful pathetic sham of life. Vestibule of exploitation, diseased sick mental states dotting the wasting lands of the suburbanite squalor. Iniquitous individuals baked in the scorching sun till warped and shriveled rough. Living end's of breathing life, forcing spite down throat like foie gras to a goose. Beaming hopelessness and despair to the receivers tuned into their programmed sufferings. Unshakables shook to cores melting down into puddled elephant feet that will walk ghost upon choker chains for thousands of indigo sunsets yet risen. Chalked full of hideous unlovables. Stained innocence spilled over soiled rags shredded in disgusting urging of the loin clown freak libido. Pumped up gristles of the blue veined ugliness defect mandible birthed in spew and vomit. Shit and blood. Locked away from existence by real devils carrying religious crucifixions in mocking pride. Abducted by the nagging hate and given over by life to putrid monstrosities pussing in place of redeemable parents. Apathetic junky and sadistic pederasts unfit to breath fresh air should it choke them to death by sweetness alone. Yet alone never when the horny bastards get down to breeding off haunches and gagged positions enforced by the knots dominate. This is the sound of hope trampled underfoot while it's young soft developing skull is crushed by the amok mob saving personal skins or meager fucking cents even. Shitty humans as far as eyes can stand to gaze in dissociation over the garble. Music cut off short as these lives break upon the darkness. Shattering to splinters that seek skin to sleep in wet warm comfort for awhile before the eternal cold coming down lifeless and bloodless after the drain. Muted whimpers are left unheard and unsaved. Unjustifiable cruelty befitting nothing in mythos to god's green earth heavenly sacrament less we be forsook . Nightmare veranda from wartime horrors beyond the great abomination. Once glimpsed always compounded. Conceived from ignorant minds, fools retracing hopes. Void in purpose long forgotten. Cruelty is learned easily but not as easily loosened once set upon the mind in torment. Worldly concerns, the selfish superfluous advancements under faux banners of moral-less marauders. Meaninglessness is law. Notice the unhealthy fields rearing heads in crop which sprout enraged on ranged barren land strips plotted in deficient soil. Deprived of cultivated values and enriching tenderness by way of patient hands wrinkled in wisdom through bodies of time. Formed by hard work and shaped by learned lessons are being covered up hastily if not forgotten altogether immediately upon their passing with passed intangible gnosis quickly wiped from minds like debris from a chin. Grown in despot ranks, wicked in their monetary wealth and ancestral privileges. Insatiable desperation focused from their intravenous greed, their junky habits. The devaluing of values purports a descent as a decadent society dies through nepotism and scandal. Spinning madness toward a doomed fate. Has no such want nor care for things of fragility and constant maintenance. Cut-throat attitudes rise to power outages over distracted ex-caregivers themselves vastly nearing an extinction absolute. In such a world the worst are fierce animistic cannibalistic neanderthal monkey men. Fornicating in the filth as it all takes seed and consumes it's own ilk. Doing self harm as it rapes itself into a bleeding weeping monstrosity of hate and inner loathing projected outward indiscriminately. Opportunistic in it's ferociousness. It's horrific boundless cruelty growing exponentially on. The children are always them whom suffer the grunt. The innocent are always marred by the actions of the iniquitous turned malevolent in twisted ways. Molestation of body and mind these new depraved are innocuous. Perishing humanity in of by the individuals own soul turned black as pitch. Ill will granted over others and greater physical strength to smash down enemy forces as they are imagined. The brute have always conquered under brawn with flustered brow in the dark. Attempting to understand but only becoming more agitated and stir crazy in their aborted meditations. Brains are never superior if one bashes them in before they are reared and able. Such is the way of the pathetic mass populist and it's modern world. And so goes this putrid excuse of an existent life forming around the edges of the void, set to some indigent artwork by chance of a creator. Boorish bumps of boys and bleeps of the other, vainly claimed as being worth romps and worthy of parentage. If it's all some sort of a joke it's as sure dead quiet herein before and after. Mercy by all but the joke is not on us. It is us."

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