The power to consume,
The power to maintain,
The power to waste,
The power to replicate.
All bestowed upon our blessed body,
With the greatest power to forget.
Balanced by the mind that is by nature sick,
Bound to the filth of being fluid dynamic,
The brain in its hard skull is afraid of the needle,
Quick to forget in comfort what is lethal.
Forgetting our purpose for pleasure as such,
and be gently reminded by the Night’s Touch…
To pop like a balloon and spill your guts in the air,
The purpose of Blood, Shit, Spit and Sperm
Reminded everywhere.