social sterility

napalm death

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time for my omittance

from a sterile existance

where the weekend pays homage

to stereotypical perpetuation

must inebriate my senses

into a state of delirium

before i turn to the meat-rack

for my penial selection

apathy spreads

in unison with social disease

a scourge that infests

the cattle markets of youth

unconscious

just promiscuous

deprived of self-respect

in the selling of their bodies

all emotions dead!

thoughts absorbed

lost in sense of direction

it's time to sit down

and reassess my course of action