Folks who have become accustomed,
To practicing their own genocide...
Are only prepared for their instant removal.
And they are not about to abandon,
Their addictions...
That are religiously fragmented,
In the hopes of a hereafter.
They have been clinically and hopelessly,
'Disneyized'.
And the only thing I can extend,
To that kind of mindset...
Is my best wishes.
That's it.
Nothing more!
Not another moment of my time do I give,
To nonsense.
I am not delusioned by a truth of observation.
Nor the devastation of ignorance.
Which is fixed and permanently prominent.
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