Looking through a stained window, I wish for better days. Yesterday's promise of brighter colors has been tarnished by shades of deception. The calendar
Compel to copulate - I'm not disappointed to be ugly as a human - When the lancet starts to pierce my skin - Slashing, cutting the reproductive tool -
Everything comes to an end. Castrate my tool, store it safely in a jewel case and throw away the key. Separation has tainted my comely sunny skies. Regret
I remember that brief moment when I shouted "end this day" Mistakes and lessons have since gone my way The same regrets lie noiselessly for now within
You, in this imagery - You see people from various ranks dancing - Consider what is human nature: nothing more than meat for worms - I am the proof: myself
Inquiétude de conscience - Un besoin fervent d'adhésion - Une envie de résolution - Acceptation de vérité - La solution
Signification of intensive animal breeding means: more meat for a lesser cost - Designed for the benefit of the multinationals and the profitability of
With its unreal beauty, humanity has chosen its way of stupidity - A masquerade of futility - Under their fear of ugliness, your self-respect gone for
Ce qui perdure depuis des siècles - Aujourd'hui, n'est pas sur le point de périre - À jamais, l'humanité tournera en cercle
Plunged in bitterness Seduced by an ocean of discontent Carrying an everlasting smile with insouciance Cultivating this disconnection with every single
Travailleur acharné - Poisson de la société - Ardemment indigné - Faiblement récompensé - Serviteur dé
Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment. As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief. Desecrate my frail lungs and limbs. Anatomical
Harvesting the deceased. Artificial tissues made in laboratories. Engineered cells reinforced. Praising complex metamorphosis. Harvesting the deceased
Praise my immaculate skin complexion. Cherish these symmetrical features. I maintain my poise on this pedestal. If looks could kill, my charms would scatter
The art of silencing people. Murdering enemies is such a pleasurable task. Suppress any possible living/breathing threat from the equation. Empowered
Pauvre petite créature que la nature a dépourvu de force et d'ardeur - Qu'un seul léger murmure vous procure un sentiment de peine
It's been seven nights since my latest craving. An urge so compelling, it consumes my every thought. Drawn by the glare of your flaming lips, fascinated
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. An imperative vision of satisfaction. My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible
