blissfull consumption of kill...
of unidentified genetic origin
succulent, ripe for the feast
hormone inflated
every bite kills a part of what we used to be
new life incubated within our bodies
waiting to spring out to incubate new life
a vicious circle out of control
that will open up its ends and expand
we have not the means to stop
what we have created
started on the opposite side....
created an ill without a cure...
and we are losing the race as it progresses into time
it sucks a part of what defines half of our species
to leave only one behind
every generation less than the previous
untill none remains
genetically crippled into a single existence
we have called upon our nemesis
