Confessions of a Made Man (Libertarian Ethics Explained)

Within this municipality of
Fallen Angels
There’s no gift of sleep
For the truly wicked
Only hex-befuddled
Ultra-marathon night vigils
Convened around the
Dying embers of the many
Cruel luxuries of excess
All this in indirect
Contravention of those
Early accepted promises
Made covenant between
Heaven & Earth
Long since lost
In direct transmission
Due to bad energy diaspora
Committed by the so-called
Highly-favored Soul
Mafia Elite, masquerading
As the Hallelujah Police.

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Just some guy trying to figure out where the "on" switch is hid on the remote control—ah, forget it. Because, you know what, I'm also the kinda guy who always likes the book waaay more than the movie! View all posts by Lorem Ipsum

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