Swift violence through silence

Silence is the swiftest form of violence, and its very persistent, like a personal assistant assigned purely to create indifferent perspectives, so that one could live out theyre own violent objectives, in which 100 detectives would be needed to come about a report to sort through your vehement role in society, leading to your self induced anxiety, all you can think of is the propriety of you’re emotions so you cant take the notion to set the ball in motion to heed your crimson actions, although your disatisfactions are so loud and many you could never fathom to count them, so you succumb to these hellish thoughts that run you deep into the dark and now in the dark you start to embark into the title of oligarch of the physical hell you are enduring, and now someone must feel your pain, for they know not of how the rain never wains in a position of strain like your own, so now you must find a victim to appertain your violent reality in the third degree they will see the hardship you received with the hand you were dealt and the plan you have actualized to rationalize what you catastrophize, which is the evil in your heart and the tainetedness of your  soul, it shortly will spread from north to the  south pole, perpexling even the most god ridden pure of essence held souls, because no one’s got into my clutches and still commenced to hold there own