The Plutocratic Punch

Cory Morrel

What's good is the deed of the undoer lesser unneedy, if the faith of the believer hasn't a title of unworked substance? Thoughtless the thickheaded rich plant their sin where their mouth is; yet their soiled hearts are containers uncontained conscience but contaminated the infection epidemic of the insect.

The rulers married the matters of unimportant circumstances are the absorbed sponges of the of the absent minds. Hands diving down the fields in the hairless bald heads of the vacant earth, unforeseen many leaves of year each number of ages displacing behind another forgotten face in the mirror crusted behind.

Unplotted attacks of cascaded repugnance from the uninspected imagination propagate, corrupted from wicked acts of war introspectively converted pregnant, while unexplained disintegration for biased unblessed vitriol regurgitated, and patrolled armies that imprison the unvoiced saints of power of the Lord excoriate doxies of unhandled swords.