The Perversity of Being Human

Water will rise.
Rain will freeze into ice.
Those who plundered
with plunge
deep into the darkness.

Glaciers will melt.
The North will be barren.
As Borders collapse
people will run
further South.

But why stop?
Burn more oil..
The sweet smell of suicide
is a perverse joy
of being human.

Yes. In death alone
does Godliness have meaning
for Ceativity we have none
sold as we are to the wheels
of bourgeious slavery.

Burn oil.
Dance, drink wine,
and chant incantations of pleasure
and then drive into a hard wall
as you deserve.

Burn oil.
Light the fire
on the fatted belly
and rejoice for you are closer
to Valhalla than you think.

Smell the tar,
the charring woods,
the ebony of soot that lines
your lungs and tempts you
to drink to your death.

Shower in Oil
Bathe and dissolve
like the fat that oozes out
of your large body
full of Mcdonalds and Burger King fries.

Fry
Not just yourself
but the lands you conquer
with flaming Napalm
Show them what Oil can do.

You are master.
King. God.
In your own obese brain.
Drive your SUV
straight into a train.