There it became. A pin prick in the fabric of eternity. Through which flowed a verity of reality beyond any limit of explanation, and governed by the desperation of survival. Oh but for the warnings of yearning to remark sublime an amnesia upon arrival. Gasp, cough-spit, gasp, cough-glow begins the treacherous charity lifeline of disastrous prosperity. If beneficent purity is left un-mangled, the development of metabolic dynamo correspondence for truth, and destiny, records ascending memorial, and the outcome of determination includes fulfillment with requisite despair, not denial; alluring a grasp of bliss afforded by choice to not at last relinquish to the harsh conviction of fear or threat. This now, by choice, is life approaching fulness in honor of disparity and harmonious reward. Together communal bereavement complexes elevate and master corruptive defects. It’s ok. We’re here, and your alive.
Alive, alive, alive and more; without any warning there’s a knock on the door. Electronically controlled, disfigured, and maimed all together by prejudice identified by name; collected and grabbed in a rote driven refrain, uprooted, disgraced, to never remain. Oh, but a hell it’s possible to know; what for god’s sake reason why now must we go? This is the surprise of a rumor transponding the land, scuttling the sea, and shying lightly a distorted sick known invisible history. Another genocide field has opened it’s craw. We may never notice, it took us too long. While willfully blind in critique of a fraud; a flagrant foul malevolence devoured our own. The question now beckons, and beckons out loud, what the hell are we choosing? Which side are we on?