Goddess Talk

    
   
This is Goddess Speaking    
And here's how it is    
   
    
In order of left to right    
You will decrease mentally    
In slow stages    
 
icey weather will keep you enslaved    
And stupid    
 
You are born so helpless....    
Stay that way for waaay too fucking long    
You think you are the alpha dog on this bitch Earth....    
You can't do anything but roll and cry for the first year of life    
Without being carried by mommy    
 
Pussies....    
 
You will go through big    
Broad    
Leaps in brain size growth    
And call it evolution    
 
Bullshit    
 
It will be given as punishment    
The big brained    
Broader    
Deeper thought will send you to hell    
On Earth    
Misery will be humanity's best friend    
And it will beg for company    
But you will feel endlessly alone    
 
So cold with no fur  
Gazing up at my seat in the night sky    
Praying for the warm soothing comfort    
of another being that truly "understands"    
And never really knowing if there is someone out there looking back    
 
You will go through bouts of great madness    
Screwed up fight or flight responses    
Because free will bites it for you troglodytes    
 
When that asshole    
Prometheus    
Hands you fire out from under    
Satan's crack    
 
(Fucking pretty boy, I sure showed    
him.....)    
 
No mirrors in Hell by the way    
So bitches be fugly...    
don matter    
You won't be able to see if those jeans make you look fat    
And I'll laugh my fat ass off    
It's your ass that makes you look fat you stupid cows    
 
I digress    
Back to fire    
 
You will toss the Mammoth into it    
And over a flame to smoke and preserve it...    
Because you fat fucks love a great steak and the greasy bits that stick    
Between your rotting teeth not really right for chewing it...    
 
And that extra protein    
Will give you an enormous mental jump    
Its something I created mother fuckers    
evolution my ass    
You people will be foolish enough to see that as a good thing    
 
Huh!!    
 
It isn't    
 
Your souls will begin a militant decent    
Creating tools you think make your life easier    
 
But over time    
 
Tools become machines become computers become robots and eventually.....    
You've done my work for me    
I have mindless drones    
 
You, the ghosts in the machines    
Created    
 
And I don't need you anymore    
And you go out    
In one final    
Furious apocalyptic event    
Brought to fruition    
By your own kind    
     
     
Nice......HBIC OUT