All I see is darkness or illusion,Both wrought by evil, in sterile prediction.A precise, surgically systemized pollution,Saluting your .300 with no hesitation.
Still they cannot break the wit's stream,As river finds its way to any realm.Poisons of Pavlov dip to Merlin's cauldron,Youth is plagued, selfhood meets abolition.
Replacing creativity with crucified bodies,How they dream, the throne of Laplace's.With our divergent autonomies,We shall not let them infect prophecies;
Not in our children, our pulse of species.
Lo, traitors of nature,I kneel to the one, Not to your damned creature.