| The fury by which we're all delivered, all gaunt and sore with disrepair; Has gone undone with martyrdom and a billowing of old despair. We've reached that lastly lot of heaven, join the chorus, low a dirge; Within these gates we find a rat, a ghastly sabeteur. When prod, this rodent quivers thus to imply mask'ed thoughts; A sudden jolt upon its skull, then we'll see how he rots. For information is no quest beyond the Pearly Gate, and inquest finds no sudden peers, for questioning they hate. ...... ......... ........ . . . |
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| If I were to ultimately kneel to the inferior logics surrounding me, I would only be weakening my defenses against their disgusting attributes and cruel games. The depravity I see and sense all around serves only to force me deeper into my self-spawned hell. Turning first to violence, I pondered arming myself and swiftly killing a few of the lower-end degenerates who had made my existence just a little more miserable. But violence is the way of the ape, and aren't we beyond that evolutionary stage by this point? I would be inclined to think so, but obviously my cognitive inclinations on this subject are obtuse at best. Evolution, I've been told, is a lie, and GOD made man and the good Earth in one fell swoop. Whatever the case may be, I am indifferent. So I live among apes, big deal... If the world were full of people like me, war would be our breakfast. Not that I see myself as evolutionarily superior to these poor souls, its just that my baser squanderings aren't so subject to public shoutings... perhaps I am just odd. |