Thrive

Thrive.

Wasted, in this barren wasteland.
Socialization is a form of trauma that we cannot ignore,
The filth we breed emerges as a toxic chloroform.

Bringing the end to all lores,
Removing all governed laws;
For your misconduct,
I shall discipline you all.

Harmony unrequited.
Our natural malnourishment is caused by rising population,
And the effect is the raping of breath that seeps from decaying vitality.
This ensures that nothing may ever live here again.

Six and a half billion deaths.

One may have to ask,
Is the Earth's ground half full or half empty of corpses?
Just letting you know that I'll be the only one left to witness.
This. Whatever we will call it. I think I'll call it Bliss.

Underneath putrescent soil seeps the underwhelming stench of death;
I will not cease my rage till all lifeforms are bereft.

I choose to move on and not turn back,
Not forgive and pretend,
Aiming for the perish of all.

For I wish to create a better future.

Wasted, in this barren wasteland.
The few that are left will create colonial settlements.
This shall be the rediscovery of independence.

I promise you that only good will come of this.
You just can't see it yet.

This is why I deny that everything happens for a reason.
Of what benefit is seeking significance behind all actions and all dogmas in-between?

For there is only one validity in life:
Your lies cannot be spread if there's no-one left to hear them.

For there is only one validity in life:
Your lies cannot be spread if there's no-one left to hear them.

When you stop speaking your words will be forgotten.
No camera crews to document your deaths.
No government to punish me,
No religion to befall me,
No judgement from to shroud my mind,
Nothing left to stop me.

Post mortem to mortal desires.
In the fiery pits of hell resides where we conduct our trials.
YOU'RE ALL GUILTY.
YOU'RE ALL GUILTY.
YOU'RE ALL GUILTY.
YOU'RE ALL FILTHY.

The cattle fall, the swine squeal,
This is eternal punishment of your every known misdemeanor.

Can you see the symbolism I'm creating?
Or at least attempting to recreate...
No life, anywhere, holds significance.
Nothing, never.
Nothing left to thrive on.
Move on.