Bodies, minds and souls
Dissipate and dispatch,
Dissolving,
Becoming transparent sheathes
To be worn by the dead
And the dying,
The wounds they try to hide
Bleeding and cascading
Down the rough tread
Of stone bliss,
Chipped at and corroded.
And what is left to die for
When all backs are turned
And every mind is
Closed for the day?
The damned parasites
Seep into the running wounds
And work tirelessly
Through the passages of life
And into realms of sanity,
Consuming the innards,
Feeding on originality
And free thought,
Rotting the bowels of knowledge,
Multiplying in their righteousness
And sucking on the sensitive nerves
Of a scattered population
Deemed incorrect and indecent,
Until every breath is monitored
And taken into account,
And civilization can no longer breathe,
And every single worm,
Whether man
Or woman
Or child,
Is another enemy.
Eat and relish
In the changes to be made
For the good of all.
Consume the guts of brilliance and genius
And leave nothing for the famished.
How proud they must be.
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