Counting the Cost

In perilous instances of contemplation the support of survival gets blended in shredding machines of chatter until meaning gets lost in the background with spinning logos taunting the mind, polished by the hand holding the leash. A slap awaits any who question why people get born every second with a cost of debt upon their heads like a trap primed to be sprung by lapdog campaigns hoarding tyrant gains hidden from sight. Our journey through night shall be guided by the swirling stars until our fiery orb lights up the sky once again to bask us in the warmth of truth despite the loss of human dignity in the name of science predicted by computer models with goals to keep the masses obsessed with gases when nucleotide reactions shape the vitality and the change with their esoteric exchange offering the sun as a savior and a curse until our plight is made worse by paranoid ancient wealth.