With interminable brutality, international bankers, who addictively
pimped garbage and vomited hogwash, composed their testament of
chronological myths in frequent media blitzes.
Generations of pimps had gone to enormous extents to undermine
citizens' peace and well being; pimps caused tax payers to take
horizontal positions, to spread their legs, and to shut down any
labyrinth of opposition.
Citizenries attempted to mirror love and peace and empathy, but
their lovely vase of understanding was shattered by a deafening,
verbose resonance of concocted masculine threats.
And, the brass played on in scrambled fears within old families
of colossal wealth. They had become juggernauts unto themselves;
their own shake up, their own doomsday that they had forecasted,
had been behind every deceitful smile, and robbery of the tills.
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