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...