I will rework the language to suit my agenda and use children at halftime in high security measured, a reflection of mine mind and no allowance of their own. Make my grave less mellow. Earth be silent, gray makers of mine eyes be stilled. Heresy is reason. Violence a healer.
Freedom shrouds our slavery.
World of madness, tangled in the universal strait-jacket, mocked by depravity, scorned in beauty. Kill all that is left of me on this planet. This is not the Earth of the future prayers. My palms are my new-found leisure pods. I photographed the fleas.