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a belated CC Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box event for Karl Marx 

a belated CC Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box event for Karl Marx 

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany 
     to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children 
     (and second oldest heir) 

     Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks,
asper his two most controversial publications 
     titled The Communist Manifesto, 
     and Das Kapital

which political philosophy 
     incubating seeds of self destruction didst birth
doctrines of class struggle, 
     historical materialism, dearth

of equitable wealth, and inherent 
     contradictions of industrial capital 
     distributed unevenly 
     across avast swath of Earth 

thus inviting his perspective 
     (conveniently exploited, 
     mined, and usurped) advocating 
     the working class (proletariat) 

     to expedite organized revolutionary action
to topple capitalism and bring about 
     socio-economic emancipation,
where wages of sin exchanged for labor bled
 
fingers to the bone life source, viz proletariat 
     till slaving laborer nearly became gratefully dead  
despite being cased in 12 point 
     Times New Roman garb, who incessantly fed

insatiably maws of production, 
     (no way to get a supportive talking head)
particularly highlighted 
     within schema of Capitalism),
 
     a predominant paradigm 
     stratifying society led
to internal tensions engendered 
     between bourgeoisie red

dilly controlling means 
     of production codified as said
as die a critical approach Marx coined 
     as historical materialism,
    where figurative landmines forced one to tread 

gingerly, thus above stated philosophy 
     would supposedly lead down the road 
     where self destruction wrought marriage 
     birthing Socialism offspring from shot gun wed

     ding, thus coaxing eventual establishment 
of classless communist society meant
to establish free association of producers who spent
exchanging merchandise amidst classless 
     campy population hood pitched a tent.

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