Fucking
Bovines!
You made this
person, despising your own creation. This chlorinated gene pool is evolving
into his own, disagree or agree- no matter, awaiting his re-incarnation.
Travelling down this confusing route, only to hope he transpires into hot
commercial property. Drifting into limbo through this menacing landslide
thriving to live out an unnatural bohemian subculture. Pleading for widespread
appeal- the man you love to hate.
Monstrous
ego-trip, "Sit down boy! For I am a man" although little evidence, using you.
Confronted with extreme distaste, perceived with little to none humanitarian
values, manifesting negativity whilst only being unsure about everything.
Uneven concepts lifting time without life, representing the divine- or so he
thought, give me space! End of the night.
"We do not have to
get along", he doesn’t want to get along. Unacknowledged existences, watching
another make a life for oneself. Ready to jump.
“Porcine!” You
exclaim, not that it matters but it wouldn’t go a miss- you collection of
monotonous fools. Live a little. Proportion your ideas into easy to manage
segments. Fucked otherwise. Faces come out of the rain, back to your childhood
realities. Inner peace can be achieved that way. Love is not flowing, it is a
hang up.
Shed hypocrisy,
dishonesty, and phoniness early- be enlightened. Throughout the vigor of life,
man longs to be potent and known, constant worry is prolonged- awaiting death.
Fucking bovines!
Anger and money
is you’re only fuel. Drinking the blood of others misfortune. Love for loves
sake.
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