Spawns of illegitimacy
We all take life as a legitimate acquired possession
As if it was initialy meant to be your turn to live

So convinced that this struggle won't be in vain

That every obstacle conceals a seed of fufillment
Remembering carefully selected events where you were the center of attraction

Seeing the futur as a perpetual sucession of days

In which everything violent, harassing or unanswered
Is to be deleted as days pass by

Nevertheless your frail psychic limitation assimilates cycles as changes
you think that tomorrow will be a better day? Just like that?
Hoping that something will come just for you
Do you realize that you are inferior to a fish?
You have a conscience but still manage to perceive
The whole of your enviroment as a dynamic scheme serving your own purpose


Have you ever considered the fact that you might just be
a disgusting germ. infecting a failed suicide wound

Bottom line is if we were to only fathom what is really going on
Behind the veil of self righteousness and global common sense

Underneath the crust of our static observations of a whole called reality

We would I think witness a massive micro-cellular revolt
which would result in a blistering genosuicide