you rape our minds with your indoctrination filling our heads with needless information suffocating under the weight of ceaseless bloated refuse we guzzle on your wretched seed til we can see no more and hear no less than the tepid gruel you decided was our food 24 hours of unrest and unease a thousand channels of this spiritual disease we will feed til the ground is barren we will drink til the stills are empty we will suckle til you ache and we shall not be sated we shall leech like the parasitic entity we appear to be vampyrically draining the life from whatever we see fit we grow queasy as we consume fattened from a diet of your noxious fumes and once we ve eaten til nothing s left we shall grow starving bloated and weak we shall grow sickly from the inside out as our organs cease to exist rotting away to nothing the wretched carcass leaves no mark of grandiosity no signs of what was once a monument to our consumation and with reckless abandon we hurtle forward we stand transfixed on the precipice of being a choice between two worlds we stand unsure of time s unwinding we stand transfixed on time s unwinding we stand transfixed on time s unwinding