fucking perfunctory fucking and factory farmed food
something, about these things, puts me in the mood,
to write about their complete lack of nutrition for us
they're total annihilation, creating nihilism, a death.
To all that is holy, divine within and without and so
without something spiritual inside us not from out
the heart shape i try to create with my words is
something i didn't think too hard about, to feel
it was enough inside, to give it out, to love
was all i cared about and I truly did love
everyone and everything fading more
over time as i came to find doubt
and an inner self loathing that
it's fair to say I screamed
bloody murder until I
was blue in the
face, know a
bad shout
when i
hear
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