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a futile seeking of truth in a world gone mad. minds gone mad from the seeking of truth in a world grown futile. 

time grows short for shrewing-timebomb-beggars of entitlement as, bloodied self-centered-emeciated-entrail-beings cling, and claw into the other, in attempts to avoid from descending through the hour glass into menial graves; the finale of humanity and the perfect climax of inevitability.

blindness: the shelter, the sanctuary

sociopathic numbing of purity: 

the only seemingly-means of moder-day-survival.

stream, earth and wood run red as mind, heart, and soul drift to an irreversible rank-rotting, a mildewed black.

a terrifying inescapable reality of Hell's current. 

a quagmire of degradation and soul hallowing depravity.

a black blood fountain of melancholic valueless--shameful souls, sickened w/

a cancer of self.

all screech for freedom yet, enchained by shame or shamelessness, denial and or self-disgust.

fictional, futuristic horrors tales of demolition, devastation and genocide have become a universal vision, a one and only truth - fiction no more, theories no more. 

a terrifying, nightmarish paramount of a deterioration of integrity.

and death will be, the one and only remedy............ may the dragon of bedlam, fly us home