Vultures-Vampires Hidden Agendas

Dead dancing vultures, a delightful ritual for rotten economy before feasting its flesh. Snorting chant Kucok..kou.. kouck… heeinggging…Dismal scientists are feeding perishes for their very existent. No soul crisis of existential anguish when they see barren dead; instead their souls exult because of dismal numbers and hit off their furious hallelujah this is my sacred grail, I am flying wings of the storms. Saying “come on my love dead!” Cherish anoxia numbered charts. Their gullets are chocked by striving lives because they can not masticate them so they are breathlessly died out. But where is a death they are captivating. Release from their dullness. Hallelujah! Glory of digging the life in gloom doom! All are staved gluttonous, sitting highly wired fence, waiting for their enchanting rapturous banquet – blood smelted dead flesh. More rotten stinking meats are their very best gourmet. Vastly stimulates their antennas neon lights on their sockets gears on halteres ready to suck dead bloods feed their excitement. Vultures-vampires. Spread diseased with notional numbers and hypothec words, digging barren ditches fetched up their ramshackle chart build their nests than they called themselves great endeavors mankind but facts they are carnivorous hungry beasts. Wonder if economic in thriving they would have anything to dig? No, their brains thousand miles ripples away aimlessly in a boredom island and sitting desert banana shades, looking out a horizon, hoping exciting Robinson Crusoe comes to with rescue packages. While nothing to stimulate their nerve so probably they do dodos that’s why they are so excited by battered economy and cultivating their nest from rotten raft. So we never forget that their hidden agendas, we go beyond the junk-clobbers ramshackle diggings and their repellent nest buildings. Wonder ever do they have any incentive or they want this economy in any good shape?