ah, what a lamentable consequence begets the loathing heart;
a dream of suffering and disdain, a lifetime of
horror for the most unfortunate,
and a lifetime of hell for the remaining majority.
we could laugh at our own contempt,
our greed, our hate, our envy, our
most distinguished of qualities,
our breathing and our bleeding.

this is the cycle we all must choose,
weather or not the choice is viable.
and this is the life, processed, reshaped
and repackaged that we all must live:
one of the many diatribes we must speak,
until our voices grow hoarse and our
breaths become mere afterthoughts to the
action of another day.

and this is quietly numbing, subversively-
where the masochism and the cataclysm
strangely coincide, where the wordplay
and the tounge are cut off at the brain.

to the big bang, we are amniotic once more-
born again sons of a contemptable loathsome fate.

10/18/2003

Posted on 10/18/2003
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