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This world is a cemetery. Often I visit my plot. <br />And listen to the winds ripe with trichloroethylene. <br />This stagnant ?air?. Sometimes it speaks to me.<br />Tells me of damnation. Rightly just and on the horizon.<br /><br />Knee-deep in a concentrated stockpile of manufactured<br />scraps foretelling human downfall.<br />Grisly. Obscene. Toxic. Motherfucking desert.<br /><br />Sifting through the ghosts of human consumerism<br />I find myself searching for body parts to add to my collection<br />A hand, a finger, a leg, a head. <br />The dead sometimes reside alone at the landfill.<br /><br />This is forever, time now an enemy. <br />Humans are forever failures?<br /><br />The children wade in the leachate diseases<br />Man made and carried on through the DNA<br />Of our future to which we?re slaves.<br /><br />The world as a trash heap where we bury the past.<br />We try not to ponder the fact that our detestable actions will forever last.<br />Ethylene dibromide, methane and carbon dioxide.<br />Slowly dissolving human body parts reside in the excess.<br /><br />Knee-deep in a never ending stockpile of manufactured<br />Trash reminiscing human existence.<br /><br />Among the fermenting stench is the fallout of humanity.<br />A virulent force of passive destruction.<br />Harbinger of perdition, herald to pandemonium<br />In our own contamination we are forced to drown.<br /><br />Hideous. Shameless. Toxicant. Goddamned desolate.
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This world is a cemetery. Often I visit my plot. <br />And listen to the winds ripe with trichloroethylene. <br />This stagnant ?air?. Sometimes it speaks to me.<br />Tells me of damnation. Rightly just and on the horizon.<br /><br />Knee-deep in a concentrated stockpile of manufactured<br />scraps foretelling human downfall.<br />Grisly. Obscene. Toxic. Motherfucking desert.<br /><br />Sifting through the ghosts of human consumerism<br />I find myself searching for body parts to add to my collection<br />A hand, a finger, a leg, a head. <br />The dead sometimes reside alone at the landfill.<br /><br />This is forever, time now an enemy. <br />Humans are forever failures?<br /><br />The children wade in the leachate diseases<br />Man made and carried on through the DNA<br />Of our future to which we?re slaves.<br /><br />The world as a trash heap where we bury the past.<br />We try not to ponder the fact that our detestable actions will forever last.<br />Ethylene dibromide, methane and carbon dioxide.<br />Slowly dissolving human body parts reside in the excess.<br /><br />Knee-deep in a never ending stockpile of manufactured<br />Trash reminiscing human existence.<br /><br />Among the fermenting stench is the fallout of humanity.<br />A virulent force of passive destruction.<br />Harbinger of perdition, herald to pandemonium<br />In our own contamination we are forced to drown.<br /><br />Hideous. Shameless. Toxicant. Goddamned desolate.
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