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State of the Union Address


State of the Union Address Festering like a cancer deep in the marrow of one's soul, the complexities of one's inclinations as she opts to fulfill her own ambitions... the worth of human life becomes moot, fruits that she bears are fruits rotten to its core. She orchestrates her aim for elite status and capital gain through works of compassion for God's creation, however, this is really mere delusional ideations... her path is stained by lasciviousness and gluttony, diluting the hopes that others once bore for this freedom land. Many liken her to modern day Babylonia or Sodom and Gomorrah, the beating pulse of her existence is seldom genuine... Certainly, she does hold some empathy, duly bare through her forbearance for the absurdities of mankind. Daunting and distrusting... Paradoxical and parasitical... Because it's in this vein that she works her evils. And for her my heart bleeds.
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