Warmest regards, for the snows have finally melted and we can begin the argues task of getting the fields ready for planting, the fire this past winter has left us worried, as our seeds in store have all but burned, and our hay is nearly gone, but blessed we hope to be with a healthy growing season and bountiful harvest in the fall, as for our oxen, two have fallen ill this winter and had to be disposed of, leaving us with just our yearling, and our steeds are old and weak, as well the great illness has taken many of our help as well this winter, yet we are hopeful this spring brings growth and hope.

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For if thy see thee laying across a tree, hath thou known what shall be, for but a whispering glow before thy go, to thee stars is where thy hath been, tranquil waters flow smoothing the rocks below, for thy time hath been but fleeting as the summers sun.

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Send me your wretched nudity and relish your perversions as you watch me pee, for my bowels will empty but hunger will consume me, for your lust is of greed and not to help me, o how you have destroyed my nudity. Your visceral need to denigrate me, for your pleasure to be, is but a remorseless assault upon my knee for bent down to plea to let me be, is but a fraction of what I used to be. Stripped bare for all to see, filled with ridicule to feed your greed, upon thy back hath you made me bleed, for if I stand my life you will take from me, yet if I stay on bended knee to bleed even more you will make of thee, for where I am so bare and aware, stripped of all that I once hold dear, cast out for all to see, for my humanity you have taken from me.

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Systematic Failures And Compliance,

Slavery was never abolished, it was rebranded and revised to appease the populous, Fascism was not defeated, but rebranded and integrated into a perverted sense of democracy, Colonialism, never ended, it simply was rebranded as liberation;

I am not going into the history of all this, as most can readily obtain history from a treasure trove of online libraries, instead I am going to point out a few things;

From Education, to healthcare, to food, to employment, ect, ect, the system is setup to consume your time, your efforts you are the commodity, Want to learn pay for it, want to eat pay for it, want to be well pay for it, cars, you may own one, but they are built so you have to replace it every few years, have a computer or phone, they are designed to lose functionality and you have to replace it, need money you don’t have, credit cards, provide a way to get what you need and want, but you pay for it, own property, no you don’t, if you fail to pay taxes, they can take it from you, live in an HOA and don’t comply, they can take it from you, have a smart watch to track your sleep and fitness, they are watching you, have social media, they are watching you, have a bank account, they are watching you, our masters allow us the illusion of freedom and democracy, but the system controls everything you do, and if you don’t comply, they come after you, and we all find personal justifications why we need what we have and use and do, but the reality is we are all slaves to a fascist system and it has been this way far longer than what many have been noticing for the past couple of weeks;

Now I have no idea how we effectively defeat this and move on from it, short of resorting to hunter gathers, living in huts along the way, we have built and proven need for the system we both embrace and hate;

Leaders are not our protectors nor do they care for us, they are simply middle management, and answer to the system, without a catastrophic global event, the system will never end nor break, it dose at times evolve and offer the perception of unity and for the people, but that has always been an illusion;

For all that see what is happening to you and me, and wonder how can it be, it has always been this way, sometimes the system is just better at hiding the control than other times, and for all those a sleep and think I am insane, you are always the first sheep to bleed, read history.

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My nudity is my identity, without my flesh I am just consciousness trapped between muscle fibers and bones, as I walk through the forest of ice, my bare feet melt the floor below, as the wind and snow blow cold, my naked body keeps me warm, no light to guide my path, in the dark nude I go, wolves lurking in the shadows my sent they know, for if my skin brakes by the bite of their teeth, my blood will be no more;

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Winters air fools the one seeking the sun, while the chill freezes the soul, darkness fills the morning, dampness soaks into the bones, for night to night goes by with no day insight, melodies of harmony fill the mind while fear and dread fill the spirit, as the crow cries so do I, but to what morning shall bring hope that this devastating winter melts into a spring of hopeful summer, no stars to be seen in sky so dark and gray, no grass to feel beneath the feet of a weary traveler, no shelter from the storm, for all the trees are bare, no warmth from the wind for winter is here forever more.

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As I age, my issues grow, from hunger where do I go, to pain filled days and sleepless nights, to empty plates and worn out shoes, joints so stiff and muscles so weak, eyes that randomly lose sight, labored breath with every step, focus as blurred as windy day, no voices to hear no touch to feel, weeks can go by with no idea why, to bathe one time to see the sun shine, for time has no mind, alone and lost on a journey of frost, words confused and thoughts a whirl, no kindness is a friend of mine, from nightmares to despair, my air is very clear, staggered beats of ones heart lose sync in ones thoughts, no hope to be for I struggle just to be.

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Sucking the tits of Angles, while bleeding the devils tears, no fear of the year, for the fire and brimstone are here. Seas rising, wars ragging, countries failing, trees dying, air poisoned, leaders hiding, thieves leading, cliffs have waiting lines, as the sheep feed themselves to the wolves, money burning, food is gone, buildings falling, people hating, fear is wining, hope is dead, and time marches on.

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Upon what matter does one focus, for the thought of hunger conquers the dominating force of poverty, bereaving a disabled aging man forever in solitude, with the face of time bearing down with the weight of all the world, crushing what hope of what could be, not a reason to voice, not a mention to be heard, but within the entrapment that is an existence if despair void of domicile and earth, no water to quench the thirst, if the stars are numbered to the people below, for what hope do I hold, no sand no penny no castle will be, the warmth of fire shall never be, to the rains and winds the thunder grows, to cover the head no weather knows, start to end the middle of the journey brings no peace.

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Life is but a library full of stories to read yet none of them pertain to me for if you open a book what will you see if you read the words what do they mean if the author pens a rhyme or two does the reader go through them too for if you see a tree in need will you simply let it be

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With a stroke of the brush the paint flows into a mosaic of colorful patterns, abstract with no intended representation, for hours the artist applies color with each and every stroke, with great attention and care, even though the piece it's self is without care, for the hours go by, as the weary artist stands back to see, for what has been created for all to see, no shape no form, no flow to be, yet a masterpiece it shall be,

So much of human life is nothing more than an abstract work of art, with much of it just mashed about, a sprinkle of something here, a globe of something there, to dscernless eye our existence is chaotic and pointless, even those that can see with perspective can appreciate the chaos among the reality, for if we all step back and see, this master piece of life can really be,

But so many have ambitious greed, they take what is pretty and break over their knee, with no eye to see no direction to be, so many have tried to take what life to be,

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For thy pain hungers thee to be of quenched quality, yet no feast to place my seat, no throne to rule thy brood, thy arrow stuck in its quiver thy bow unstrung, thy sword is sharp and strong, yet no battle to be, for thy days have fallen into winters storm, thy nights a frozen thorn, thy fields are barren, thy stores are empty, thy subjects have all but fled of thee, no sun shall rise for this I fear is thy final demise.

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Thous sanity is as cold as the winters snow, and lucidity is as vague as a cold winters day, for even the sun rises low and slow to offer no warmth as the winter winds blow For thoust Trumpets roar with no order, thy ensemble is a disheveled array of noise unto thee, for there be no grass to see, the trees lay bare as the sun offers no warmth to thee, for the winds are brisk and the air is sharp, winter has taken a bit of thee.

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