Dark Humour

Are we just the stains of a psycho-patha-illogical race of nymphs fucking hope
rubbed into the torn virtues of this bio-sphere(wow-bi-o)
every one trying to feel the satisfaction of intentions relinquished with heightened precision ( a fullness that comes with sowing seeds... the sense of accomplishment
fulfilling true purpose with the sincerest of affection) now neglect has replaced affection... deceit, robbed pure intention, every-one mentally stroking their urge to feel the accomplishment of needs met, creating division without regret to conquer your true intelligence and needs to feel loved and consciously aspire.
Was it irrigation of crops that showed the way for immoral souls to use our essence to fulfill their own needs by redirecting this now carnival of life to an empty shore like a mass grave of people never born.

their is harmony between the eyes and an I to this storm.