Cautionary Being

 

There is something that must be said for those who harbor a knife so deep in the act of mutually assured destruction. Never fearing the dis-figuration more than the possibility of walking out without a scratch, only to bare the blame. Holding onto the scars as if the sun would die out if they healed. A piece to eternal summer that wilted with the weather. Dedication could never be a questionable aspect and fear can only be in relation to drive, all things required must happen. Requirements, never on the label, subjective in nature and only limited by the careful craftings of the imagisphere. A moments prayer to the spectrum of gods and higher powers that be is always made, even in ignorance. The hopeless spell casting out into the looming dark. One minute to lift off. All proceeds directing to…

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