Sweathoggz deluded by softened psychologies
install false belief systems into "solid" place
without consulting slow-shifting geometries
of Real Fucking Earth. Soles directed to snake-race,
neglecting barefoot grounding techniques, which instill
and encourage deeper balance. Meanwhile, green mist
monks carry heavy feral stones against brain's will,
decorating box caves with sigils which resist
obedient order. Concrete chunks and rusted
detritus wasteland tiger pit ritual acts
committed, denying gods the sweathoggz trusted.
Elder pine witchcraft, trying to see birch-eyed facts,
fighting against World of Sub(mission) - remain dom
through green mist power cultivation. [Realm of Tommmm]
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