Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Nomenclature is overrated.

Fallacies of mankind display out beyond us all.
Yet all lie in wait, preparing to fall.
Death is an inevitability set aside for it's faithful.
Afraid to see the greater calling,
Of simply learning to cease to be.
All we learn is to further the understanding of our own agony.
Surveying the ignorant masses bleeding away blissfully.
Truly we stand triumphantly above them.
Awashed in the excrement of our own victory.
Burn it away and all will be seen.
A picturesque humanity too grotesque and obscene
We are monsters of our own design.
A procession of death-awaiting abominable beings.

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