The insane genius
of the whole Design is
the fact that every effort you
extol to lessen the likelihood
of your destruction
only makes your destruction
more likely.

And man, that’s the fucked up
part of our damned mortal coil,
our embrace upon cold sweetness.

A murderous cackle
consumes the entire scheme
and only a rotting stench of
sewage and shit are all that
remains to monument this
empire of ultimate measures,
skylines.

You never had a chance.

The axe is ancient, deadly sharp,
dripping blood and was always
gonna fall on heads and necks and
shoulders and skins of cities and
nations and cultures of women
w/babies and cunts
and beauty and scorn.

-A strange lunatic wields this heavy blade.