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Decency is our fight, our unavoidable conflict, it's the cage of human nature we never asked for, and the death sentence we are human enough to understand the importance of struggling against...and while the sentiments just prior ooze bitterness, that form of prose was on purpose. As mentioned earlier, the sword 'framing' isn't just some cheap trick one'd expect to be a tendency of an individual in order to distinguish mindsets, something I wished to illuminate as beyond to the point of irrelevancy while ironically demonstrating the fallacious and destructive undercurrents of our inescapable heart-hardening exhaustion which grinds against our soul as well, so insidious being that I wonder if the apple of Eden cursed our souls with the shadow of the snake itself which yet wraps around our souls in the dark corners of man, so nefarious that gods own light can't pick apart the ancient scar that tightens itself step-by-step irreversibly further into a shape entranced in the shadow of sin across every single potentially otherwise temporary or recoverable miniscule perturbation to the soul of such triviality when examined on an individual basis that the shadows that stir in order to lock in each and every imperceptibly miniscule degradation as if t'were the defiled bands of man's tempter were less a thing and more like some means of imitating and perverting his dominion over his children, blinding god in his own works and even going beyond mere mechanical compression in its machinations; what black bands hold fast do so more as a mark, almost as if to gloat given how they are almost impossible to see and yet if they are seen end up becoming more than trivial to recognize the full extent ofafterwards, and yet that fear is orgasmic to what could only seem that which could very well be the literal chains of hell-bound souls, a whisper even god forgot, and a prison sentence endowed by the sins of the father and compelled against allowing rapture through condemnation afforded by a single trick for Eve and enforcing upon man specifically the punishments that God forgave, and true to what the nature of such a thing would be, it furred no ear forwards the latter such mercy did not this Hell-Spawn who knew itself as one thing and one thing only, a darkness so to find Void, Where It Is Of Naught that god granting mercy would even in his glory not be able to proclaim the existence of something like "mercy" within the place that the shadow was in, for it was not his glory nor even vile beast any longer, but was now beyond being; negation itself, less wall and nearer to a law declared with motion, every binding made was less constriction and more the archaic illustration of the darkest deepest perversion of unbreakable changes upon the men it degraded into inescapable damnation as a fate that was forever locked with the immutability of the wages of sin itself, yet no heavy envoy nor prophet nor holy book came to define them as being realized as an oversights' victim that will know a life of drowning in shadows, every single inward motion suffocating further until you lose the fight you were doomed to being unable to escape from the start and the soul of yours now more shadow than anything collapses into itself alongside your carefully preserved capacity for pain, sense of disgust for enough profane acts that the demons below can watch you break with glee, and ironically, the last tiniest spark of hope that it only hid from you instead of destroying, that which you had forgotten given its absence in your mind for decades...and of course that too was good, for of all things, even more than God and every other God whose hand of hollow blood wordlessly gave up and only pointed at the stain upon the unborn inside the statue of the low places' broken minds' offal pit, but it was hope that was reviled to the point where the deepest pits themselves were the ones who ordered to keep men freshly disgusted by what was most mind-shattering to them, and they salivated at the wonderful idea of twisting men into something even more horrid and in joy did they cast upon the earth catastrophe for so great was their Ecstasy over man breaking into something that was darker than even the deepest demons who are in heaven for the day you deserve.
