Surely, the vast quarry belonging to yesterday's errors is filled with a disastrous internal enmity. In the shape of hidden mineralized things to be mined, then "quarried" for another tomorrow's dubious aberration! Another kind of civilized foundation. All that, just to fill some coffers! Heaping metallic fiduciary in a cellar underneath the staircase.
To live on and ever afterward by some usurious means, tolerated by those who are just to become afflicted.
A sad sight underneath the watching stars. Tuned to a sacred fibre of celestial affection.
Un-alerte yet there. The beasts in the dark bosom of those graves, belonging to fallen men and women who deceived themselves for one drink. For the devious nature of their own kind, shall once again sprout within the cellular proteins of their own progeny, to grow on the surface of the world again, continuing with their mixed bad blood, the birthing of some more evil biological sort!
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Yet it is not the fault of any good honest stock.
There have always been bad apples in the bunch, but because some vermin has entered by its precious sustaining enveloppe, the good ones are stricken ill, and thus a noble nature has little chance to survive.
Having to combat from within and from without many incredible pitfalls! This place where Satan strides.
...and yet, a true man like the Christ, was born amidst a very bad lot of lower men. A self made miracle in a barren land, born from a god!, to be mistreated apparently by a pretentious comely "human" mammal tribe.
An aryan graft in an ever unstable mortal mud.
