What do you think you are?
Want to lie, their filth infects you,
the soul decays, first turning a lovely shit brown,
then as black as they putrefy and consume your light,
Your flesh burns with itching, as you rip and tear it,
Trying to scrape away the worms as they crawl and convulse just below the skin,
Warping our cortex until they explode forth,
Violent, boiling mushroom clouds of rotten tissue and puss fouled blood,
Perpetuate their lies, fuckers,
They haven't done anything - you fucking paranoid shit -,
Nourish them, love them, feel them inside,
Cogitate them and their selfish portent.
I watch from the void of my life,