How does it start? If anything, a protoplasmic contemplation
growing exponentially like melons in a pumpkin patch
in furrows until bursting forth on sleeping giants
projected on each wall that separates.
Help us please! Can we but guess what motives Jung or Freud ascribe? Sein oder Nichtsein, Gott - können wir verstehen?
Contagious aspiration blooms, humanity defined anew,
groomed in a fire of long desire, collective mind of National.
Vermächtnis des Vaters und Brust des Mutter,
father's bequest and mother's breast,
defines the quest, put's all to test.
Zeugen Sie die Supermenschen!
Verrücktheit tankte durch Blut und Tod.
Selected seed, madness indeed,
blood and death to all the rest,
upon a pyre, within a pit go "problems" and all witnesses.
Infektion in der Tat, eine Pest von Art.
A simple diagnosis, infection indeed, a plague of sorts,
hatred of the masses, by the masses.
Til Death takes all, the large and small, his laughter rides the wind. |
Submission Name: Germ
