American Fengshui from Missing by Manikineter

I withdraw for the space, seething.
I'm off to sort thoughts for a bit to let my face breathe.
Heaving what they're heaping like dogs for mistreating
repeating in the form of over feeding.
Now what the fuck is on the Internet???
My time in line ain't finished yet.
We grind thru lives and this shit resets.
Proof that's in dispute that when it's time to count loot
we see the table gets moved.
This house of cards is falling.
Into the moat that was surrounding.
You can hear the skies pounding.
Unseen forces spitting on us.
Cloaking with torches made of habeas corpus.

Shifting shadows moving what was built
Against all will. We all fall down.

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