Your marching orders are:
To Stand Down
Hold hands with those who have fallen
Who wear Our
Goat Cloaks
Proudly
In the age of lightspeed communication
An almost infinite fountain
Of information
Is available
To the infantile
This way ignorance
Is stabilized by a fundamental ferver
Faithfully
Against the Will of all Life on Planet Earth
Thank God
Now, any unwillingness
To be good little baby boys
Or girls
Who are mere consumers
Of toxic garbage
Both Material and Spiritual
Our nature
Is nature
And We are
Necromantic connesuers
Indulging in the wake of what rots
Living life on fire
We cook under the Sun
So eat
Starving no more
A blood frenzy ensues
When the world gets weird it gets dark wirh a stark indifference
Reflecting the cannibalistic virtue
Of flesh imprinted with one electro chemical urge
PURGE


