Many major arteries in life's circles are clogged as they reach endlessly for the sky - silently, furtively, closing avenues of perspective reliance.
Altogether finalizing performances of others with jealousy and greed.
Taking away livelihoods of people with scant concern for their future
well-being.
Choking lifeblood of many beings, sacrificing none of their own for worldly obligations and duties, burying carcasses of would-be caring, human individuals.
Starving many to feed their own egos, creating a make-believe sense of security.
Fabricating life as they wish, breaking spirits, hopes and dreams for future generations.
Leaving debris of their telltale associations like dust on the streets of hell.
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