The Fury

Forward on Just go on

Directionless rush for close by before

Species specific-motion

No change for equilibrium-stop

Fetid persistent stench of the race

Rushes in every slot

Sticking all together into a mass

I hate you

I hate us

You know what I mean *****off

This world stigma cries out on your forehead

Anti-god prepares your own personal void

The only way to equilibrium

Kill yourself But