Death Cult Humans

Death Cult Humans

I haven’t knelt in reverence, but you are asked to kneel often, in place of grandeur, in place of awe, it is in quiet obedience, only so that it can be seen is enough, not physically enacted, just noticed, understood.…

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Screaming

The baby screams newborn weeks alive
I run my finger on its gums
it does nothing.

Red terror based screams
as if it is true
pain and permanence.

Those young children
living in war
just stare.

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MENTAL HYPERTENSION: THE PROBLEM WITH PERCEPTION

There is an understanding between humans which is based on how you present yourself. It is a conscious decision to present yourself to the world in the manner in which you do, therefore it can be inferred from your appearance what type of person you wish to be perceived as at any point. I am not saying at all that one should be judged solely on their attire, but, I am saying that, given the circumstance of ‘you’ at any given moment, you can be, and are, categorised thusly depending on how you look (appear could be spliced in here).

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I no longer have claws

I no longer have claws
That work like they used to.
Tearing at flesh
Is easy
And takes up so much time and effort
For no reason.
They just breed,
All of them:
Thick bodies
Dumb minds
Breeding.
Let them have children
Who will be slaves.
Let them keep on going
Obliviously knelt down
Hungering
Unfulfilled.
This is what we want:
Struggling masses
Longing for salvation.
Dead minds following
Soulless husks of meat doing things,
Saying things
Out of mouths.

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Bondi Beach

Bondi Beach

It’s hard to tell you what it looks like to me, standing on the boardwalk above a clean sandy beach watching the repetitive waves, or no not really, watching the heaving ocean just behind the breaking waves, behind the surfers, the in and out breath of the gargantuan.

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Last Day

You poor humans
Learning there is no dream.
There is only reality:
That you do or don’t do.
I can fail and sleep soundly
In your spare room
For a while.
I’ll kill it with a gusto
Unsurpassed.
No saviour,
No reason.
You can kick me out
And I’ll sleep the last time
In a room with a family
That have children running around
Looking at me in the morning.
My last day in the sun comes after that.

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