The Pinching of Metal and the Deteriorating Immunity
This is what you suffered to fear,
The naked face of immoral reality weeding out your social dogmas,
Subliminally excreting intoxicated doctrines to rape your diluted state of being,
Polluted emotion has left me craving blood and sex,
Raw, impure, adulterated beast
Stewing morbidly under the skin
Oh how the prostituted mentalities of rodents screech in muted overtones,
God's pussified drones of a sickening nature,
I have grown to love the hatred of man's undisputed carnality
And the cold detachments of their wrathful grudges,
I am my own saviour,
Impersonal emptiness,
Hollow husk of what you consider a human man
Walking, killing, breeding,
Within the walls of immunity
As the bones of infant leeches drive me to be impaled,
The noise fades
As the vibration increases...
poem by Jack Cropes
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