Churn the mortar and pestle. The lies lie ever at the root, all-consuming. Have you ever driven someone to tear away their facade? Grind away the mosaics. Break a man's law. Hidden truth beneath the fallacious vault of rainbows. You cannot but wash a man clean. A perpetual intermittent scouring shall lay plain the tabula non rasa of the nascent persona non grata. The duality of the false dichotomy uncovered by your wicked archaeology is utterly destructive. Do not bring your compatriots to the last dark. Jack Horner's wisdom waxed at terrestrial expense. Shofar! Shofar! Victory sprouts without exception from deceit, and thus is tarnished as soon as made. Jericho is the oldest city in the world.
No man eschews a glamour so easily maintained. Regnant duplicitousness entombs the shackled pneuma. Whether Amontillado, Antigone, or anchorites lie within, that wall's assiduous preservation precludes any subterranean yearning for annihilation. Pure-hearted Amytis (tritely, a true Medea) lived within the endless fathoms of the antelapsarian primal forest which denied civilization, its progenitor, she its captor. But the earth's own anger cracked this antique splendor, broke a man's facade, leaving little room for wonder. And that's all there is.
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