The malignant cancer, the invasive weeds, the pharmaceutical offset, and the sociopathic sludge that lords over as goop seeping into the seams of any created life all to multiply itself, spreading destruction in the form of the infinitely countless. Morality: seemingly a distant cousin to a compass facing a future in which slams all of the dirty bath water and chases it by way of overcompensated hypocrisy and an unquenchable thirst, while chest-beaten claims of innocence and ultimate depravity go down all in the same vortex called social conditioning. A hollow meaningless existence—the termite's jab and hook, plastering its' waste and excrement trail towards more run-off, tired metaphors, analogies, and endless analogous spiraling loops as even dandelions beg to escape the spread of death and death more destructively.
The spiritual beasts of the field; infiltrating every literary element as well, taking names and numbers down into the dirt with them. Perceptions of symmetry, intrinsic beauty, and language, as well as the arts and sciences; all to be laid as victims to a one world system in which the abuse knows no bounds and pulverizes its' patrons into drinking the societal run-off as conditions of quenching another day of death of indentured servitude, all while disdainful dissidents go missing and are far too few. Spineless serpents and winding lines wrapping of pharmakeia, taping themselves upon the open wounds of anybody licking towards any concept of healing—providing another volatile and fickle resolution by way of 'down this pill with the liquid in this glass', and any questions worthy to be asked, all to find yourself going to what was once known as academia, re-education, or a class.
What is this place you speak of. Where am I. What is the meaning of life.
It is so dry; I can barely speak.
2 Peter 2:17-18 These are wells without water, clouds carried by a tempest, for whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever. 18 For when they speak great swelling words of emptiness, they allure through the lusts of the flesh, through lewdness, the ones who have actually escaped from those who live in error.
Jude 1:12-13 They are clouds without water, carried about by the winds; late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots; 13 raging waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars for whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.