I have no legs, I stand not on your reality

I have no feet, I paw not through your sanity

I spin no webs, I weave not your woven worlds

I smoke no dope, I inhale not your disturb views

I have no nose, I smell not your wicked ways

Your wicked demented ways, a warped demonic savegry

Swallowing your world, like a burning fire, consuming a

Nation, my compassion for you is deminishing w/each

Passing sec.

I have no ears, I hear not your insane ideas

I have no stomach , I digest not inside your madness

I have no eyes, I gawk not at your plannings

I have no hands, I cling not at your discoveries...

Wasting your planet, polluting your souls.

Ever changing always turning twisting your thoughts

Bending your life you are astray. There is no

Hope in you, you are damned to your hell

To fester and burn, blister and rot.

Is this what you wanted?

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

I HOPE SO!

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