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A distorted and deformed feast of pose, pored from rusty urns, insolently assuaged enraged of absurdity and titular terror. A melee delivered by unruly messenger never to seek what courage shall directly…individually… witness this proclamation, pretentious and disloyal, begging portent, stammering like the tactless mind which must certainly have birthed this ignorant accusation.

What is this arrogance? Ruled and interred by some fledgling monastic desire…benevolent and gracious repose dying, defying, felling like granite stalks the pilfered spires of audacious torpidity divest in turbid and sanguine investments of undulating turpitude.

What truly becomes of the wasted and decomposing flesh adorning these bombastic bones? Where does this sinewy sanctification meet its end?

If not critical to survival, then who or what should entirely take note of its explosive talc, dusting like soothing salve the rash and chaffing dermis of society.

Where best for some morbid and complacent expanse to end but at the roiling waters of some great lacerating channel, some surgically erosive tribunal conduit tracing out unquenchable chasms in this arid crust of life. Breathing corrosive animation like a solvent into the indurable silt of this species divisive and stony saga.

Some impetuous accusation is not now, nor shall ever be, motive to deny the truth. This indictment of one human ability by another bears not one molecule of veracity, not one ounce of validity. Moreover, anyone not inspired by such as so many name arrogance, is nothing short of the epitome of the false and fallacious, the pinnacle vanity.

Would that all were oft so fortunate as to live and breathe each day some inexplicable and un-aberrant body of arrogance. How certainly rich and diverse a life to create in the gifted soul who’s choice is wisdom…who’s prosperity is gratitude….who’s sustenance is generosity…who’s event is superiority.

Virtue shall forever give expecting nothing in return. But true faith, courageous in a resonant knowledge of this Universe, divest of all but the question, shall explore beneath the blade…releasing the attacker.

Get thee in front of this warrior Satan, for it be wrought a firm yet compassionate hand upon thy countenance in effort to heal thy pain.

Break thy fears upon the edge and learn mastery within them all, for ancient and intrinsic knowledge coursing through burning veins, rich in Universal wisdom, demand that none but the insanely willing barely glimpse what excruciating truths ring out from this servant of man.

Light is meager supplement upon this vessel in its refractive revelations, for in truth it lie leagues beneath, ascending quickly to the impetuous surface…and reshaping

It has begun, as the lines reach out upon this widening chasm…and the boundaries be not so clear as Humanity could have hoped.

!FREEDOM!