Morbid Legacy

 


How I wonder

When this gentle planet

Will peel away this invasive synthetic skin

We call the human race



The only living organism so grotesque it rejects the perfect rhythms of nature's binding heart beat

Living out of phase with spiritual harmony

Running out of time to melt into the salvation of this music

Trading away raw wilderness for treated concrete


We sprout upon the earth like alien mold spores

As tainted apparitions hellbent on corrupting

Consuming all in a greedy swinish fever pitch

What will be the remain of the ravaged virgin apple?


Plastic and Cockroaches.