The main people,
Who have created all the havoc...
With a destroying of lives to inflict pain,
On others to do and leave to obtain...
Gains to pronounce,
In profound attention to get...
Are those who have their kept beliefs,
They have been ordained and chosen...
To spread their criticsms.
In a task that has been ordained,
To disease where and whomever they please...
Hypocritically done to do.
Not to see themselves as demons.
Contradicting facts and truth to distract it,
From where it has been kept to deny.
Free with precision and cloaked in disguise.
Hiding torturous insecurities.
Once a self examination to face and initiate,
Has been thoroughly and completely reviewed.
Only then will lives lived to expensively delude,
Will end the destruction this has caused...
On the multitude of lost minds.
Including their own long abandoned to condone.
Yet in severe need to find,
Kept deep, discreetly and underneath...
Minds of others they have undermined.
For pomp and privilege to serve their purpose.
A purpose that is symbolized in ceremonies,
Celebrated.
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