The Way of Rotting

This is when the creeping sets in. The slow dance of reality’s fracture. Noticeable to those who notice her enchantment. Beauty within the cracks of her tears. Drowning in the sorrows of the pleasures you have borrowed. Stolen. Mindlessness feeds the empathy, which the brain dead sheeple desire to feed upon. Craving. Slaving to see lies within their mirrored enchanted eyes. Group mentality is a slippery slope of fondue razor blades. Absolutely Delicious. The Grand Pyramid knows the truth; laughing as the brain dead and owned sheeple ignorantly graze. This is the way of sheeple; the way of rotting.

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