Forward on! 
Just go on! 
Directionless rush, for close by, before 
Species specific-motion 
No change for equilibrium-stop! 
Fetid, persistent stench of the race 
Rushes in every slot 
Sticking all together into a mass 
I hate you! 
I hate us! 
You know what 
I mean? Fuck off! 
This world stigma cries out on your forehead 
Anti-god prepares your own personal void 
The only way to equilibrium 
Kill yourself! 
But…