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? Fuck off!

This world stigma cries out on your forehead

Anti-god prepares your own personal void

The only way to equilibrium

Kill yourself! But...