Kaleidoscopic hues confuse the refuse of our troubled minds
replete with sinful fines. Binds give
signs. The shackles freckled, bespectacled; heckled by the four feet animals
amid the human cannibals.
We’re no different in this inference, giving
preference to evil, to sin.
But I will win, ascend to another level with my soul intact;
enact another causative effect; circumspect the dialect and intellect to these
pseudo-fortune tellers, dwellers of such a negative aspect; never to dissect the
core.
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