Ganglion

Within the nucleus of human endeavor exists a growth of clandestine power confident in tyranny sewn from plunder groping with tendrils of cash to devour. Brave in plotting such social order against the passions of living tissue with philanthropic legends brewing deception to mold our human issue. Each movement needs ample leaning to reign deliverance away from minds crying to breathe the sweet air of liberty until integrity gets caught in the grind. They prop the Darwin mantra to fuel eugenic battles of racial fabrication while decrying the sins of competition since they hunt control of the plantation. Why fight the war when battles need oil to lubricate the gears of destruction? Feed the fear until all get trampled to hoard the reigns of all production. So the grid scrambles for completion of their primeval order of disarray with Hegelian debates that shall ensure that people shall starve until they obey. My force of will shall never surrender to ganglion growths of twisted flesh. When these tumors sink under the skin I shall crush them outright while they thresh.