vendredi 18 mai 2012
Lemmings (born, feed, breed, die)²
BORN
You came from this dirty cesspit
That is called mother's matrix
Another piece of crap
On this pile of wallowing filth
Don't you ever think you are unique
We're made of the same hideous shit
FEED
What do you bring to this world
What have you ever built
Your name is parasite
All you do is feed
From the corpses of your like
Like a carrion feeder
BREED
Crawling in your own shit
Led by your animal instincts
You seek to copulate
With a congeneric , blood relative creature
In order to perpetuate
The infamy of your very existence
DIE
Hopefully you're not eternal
This world'd be infernal
Someday you're gonna croak
Eaten by the likes of yours
So a new generation of meaningless prawns will replace you
Decline of men is untrammeled
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