Scalestomeasurethemisfortuneofman

The principles of defeat,

Natural subjugation of suffering abound,

Pending tribulations poised to engulf,

A plague of utter dread,

Sufferance through the lineage of generations,

From blood to blood,

Infection inheriting this flesh,

Equilibrium is thus maintained,

All flesh constrained in temperance,

Stringent laws binding an existence of mutual abuse,

A Vindictive ascendance, never ending,

As organisms nurturing filth,

We aspire to engender decay,

Habitual in the creation of squalor,

Our design for the populace of ruined lives,

Toiling for our misfortune,

And now we drown our young,

In the apathy we have spilled,

Cruelty now fecundate,

Suffusion of tears prolifically shed,

The symmetry of our souls now unbalanced,

Tipping the scales with our burdens of grief,

Imbibing saprotrophic instinct,

Now we feast on the very decay,

That we excrete,

Contemptible sins of man,

Churning up the bile,

Fountains of our exquisite puke,

Our absolute accretion of mourning,

Bringing our shit into existence,

And now on our knees we writhe,

In our cess-pits of self pity,

A million martyrs' arms stretched to convey,

Their bodies baptised in our urine,

Whipped, cleaved and broken,

Led to be burned in bowels of our deprivation,

May their flesh burn along with the guilt of our

Ludicrous omissions…

Our most melancholy propensity,

To go on eagerly carrying a burden,

Which we should gladly throw away!

To loath ones being and yet to hold it fast,

To cradle the serpent that devours us,

Until it has eaten our hearts clean away!

In abject and wretched ignorance,

Where it has been our fate to wander,

We spew maggots from our lips more often than repentance,

Now having given grief a body,

Our guilt has become inconceivable,

And of a weight now too intolerable to bare.