I can feel the Earth's erratic pulsations below its filthy thick rippled

foreskin

This feeling is far too comforting

The universe's largest assembly line working subconsciously towards the goal

of global genocide

Will we ever have a chance to look back and laugh?

As a human I have succeeded in etching my own notch from the planet's scum

and failed in my effort for concern

As individual units we are the gears, the lubricants, the cables

As one we are the genocide machine

This feeling is far too comforting

Burn in soothing satisfaction

Burn in comfort

Burn the genocide machine