Destination,
atrocities so absurd,
asphyxiation,
we've become what we set out to destroy,
a spiraling repetition into nihility,
behold, gluttonous,
we wouldn't exist without you,
cupidity, my lust escapes me,
ejaculating the thought of birth-
this axis, this breath,
one in a million,
doomed to reproduced, an itch,
in the throat of Lucine,
as we say our goodbyes [to this purgatory],
this monstrosity, decimation achieved-
take thy communion, and run with it,
where freedom is just another breath,
for here we are in bondage,
there is not escape from the wicked-
Forever, shall we rot.