no holocaust poemcould ever describe this world as a parable for constant despair there is no beauty in savage and fear and no voice can speak out the unspeakable
we don't live we constantly rot in sights never meant to exist like in tombs after a raid and decay is the gas we inhale
manifest manifest
our fiercest invisions are not enough to imagine the life most men must live like in tombs after a raid and decay is the gas we inhale
a manifest of mental starvation is the manifest of the ruling class like an allegory for despondency no song and no line can ever reflect the melody of naked sadness there is no beauty in savage and fear and no voice can speak out the unspeakable a manifest of mental starvation is the manifest of the ruling class
we don't live we constantly rot in sights never meant to exist like in tombs after a raid and decay is the gas we inhale like an allegory for despondency no song and no line can ever reflect