Death on two legs and onward!. . The gestation has now mutated into what looks like a human. It displays intellect and understands reproduction. . We should have stopped it before it got this far.
Here, in the Garden. We, know not what we do. Made to dine in pastures full of grain. Left to die unclean. If we were promised Heaven,. Then why put them through hell?.
Skinned alive and left there dangling,. being cured by the heat of the sun. Attracting flies depositing their larvae, a caviar like garnish to. the dehydrated rump.
A vast hormonal elevation, begins. Nasty ovulatory phase, brutal malaise. The constant shedding of chunks. Strip-mining cavern of blood. Ovarian follicle ruptures, discharging ovum in spurts.
Murder the day, ring in the night. As I unfold my death bed down on the muddy ground. This soil is tainted. Every seeping wound unattended, infected. From the toils of man and his damning hand.
Irrational, illogical and preposterously ludicrous. Denatured, deprogrammed to blindly. go against what we are. Human ideas turned concrete, material.
This pain so inconceivable, the amount of blood. On the floor is unbelievable. Destined to die. I play the game of hope while my intestines. Swing like jump rope.
Continents of trash of which you've laid your stake. On a mountain of garbage, from your hands it was made. There stands the monolith of inhumanity. An indestructible testimony of a technological society.
Disaster comes in waves. Time in hunting us, running us down. With a smoking gun pointed at our faces. Predators of the self and ecologically homicidal maniacs.
What is this death wish we impose on ourselves?. Apparently endless display of ill intentions. Look! See how far we've come?. Global insemination of our practice, fucking the masses.
Fear breeds contempt in the hear of a man. One has to question this common trait. Why do we hate what we don't understand?. Forced into a body and damned with intelligence.