i have eaten the Face of God whose thick body created the mega verse. The fly upon the dank wall accuses me of creating sin; but only dark matter is to blame.
It hides within the jewels of Creation.
My libido murdered untold numbers of unborn sperm and ovulating women conspire to hide this truth deep within their vulva. We are all murderers eating the
flesh of fallen innocent creatures that cannot speak on behalf of their defense. Even a plant has a voice if we only carefully listen.
The world of humans is an asylum of demented souls.
Do not visit us.
:: 04.02.2019 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 