Unmesh the cords of reluctance they collide with unsplit atoms
Inbreed your desensitization uncoil the cervical spine
Increase the synaptic structure compound your inner ego

Intelligence is not a matter of taste. Somebody plug me in

I've got no imagination, I've got nothing left up here

I'm so bored with everything
Passionate for nothing moved by no one


Dead cells. Silence.

Regurgitation scholastics I could rewrite your history

Means nothing moths to a flame firebranded genius filthy liar
I am the eleventh soldier gods gift awakened curse
Like all the terrors before me you never saw this one coming


Before the lepers embalming session
Requires me to attend to greater things

I will possibly consider thinking about
Maybe saving your diseased ridden race