Mother nature cries in rain
vain as she perceives us
trusting we'll set her back
track to show us how she used to be
we, being the non-unified
decreptified slag of mass
on our asses
a parasite by choice
with no voice to be recognized
of size from those who choose
not to loose the energy we take
fake with heisted cosmic waves
we use to cleanse or harness
the highness we desecrate
as we procreate
more disease
viral nations
clamoring over claimed
same blood cells
sell their improper propaganda
climbing with steel toe
combat-style
my old boots
shoots steel spikes and cleats
into the feet of my goddess
they try to worship with destruction















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Do not meddle in the affairs of the 1337,
For you are a n00b and easy to frag.
~so says teh Kor
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Haressh
~"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." Mark Twain
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