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Living in a land of dis-reality where corporate angels write out free 

tickets to kin. Kicking the patient pews down for kindling to keep 

warm in the coldest castle - that place without nurturing or love. 

Cornfed sycophants needing lower silken ties and bottom lines.

Much altered by oppression and the guilt of survival at a cost.

Tearing the other or becoming torn, intermittently grasping 

and being grasped                     -                  exposing the other 

and becoming exposed. Pulverized promises ride on currents in 

atmosphere rivers. Consuming yet only gunpowder and poisoned 
water. Wave-forms permeate, and they coalesce as their spins collide.

Living in a land of dis-reality with much deeper memories stored inside.