Every time you move away Further and further from the utopia Which haven’t ever exist And shall never be real What could be more beautiful than watching The dusk of every day accompanied by human failure? Manufacture the kind by yourself To idealize the consumption And paint it with blood of your brothers Blinded by the will of a tyrant A patriot A child of god Desolated, who submits to humanity’ order Your life is none You are the highest form of the manipulation One more proof that people Do not differ from the animals Insane predators Starvation manifest is kneeling In front of the tyrant mother of earth The physical solution of loathing and vice Needs to be imposed to recreate Premature beauty of the madness There is something perfect to us all Irrational consumers of all things living A gene of distorted consumption Such a beautiful failure Of all mankind The altar of essential needs In the awakening Of man’s incorporated instincts Those who were nothing shall never become Anything important But the biological material For the most perfect creation of the men Delicious feed for virus Some people can be proud of being born twice But let us face the truth The whole generetaion requires Life support system But which highest power Shall breathe the intellect into the beast we used to call? Our future brings dissimulation And leads us to hegemony of the Overseer Modern man, who are you? The creature That even gods started afraiding of