Wear & Tear - Matricide

We’re radiated we’re generated

Variegated and duplicated

Reformulated Body and soul

Laminated plastic matter

Is it getting better or worse?

Is this a blessing or another curse?

Caught in a rapid race of self gain & profit

A chase few do summit, all the rest will plummet

Shame on egotistic sales-men

On man who failed to see

To notice, it’s simple, it’s final, over

In to a synthetic hell, piles of litter, piss and

Artificial fiber nature will not filter

Abandon abort this anatomic sell

Free the self from the fabric

And all material

A burial of the economic spell

See now clear, the primal logic

All is immaterial

Disintegrated, deteriorated

Evaporated, eradicated

Decontaminated and rid of all

Fabricated, manmade plaster

Is it getting better or worse?

Is this a blessing or another curse?

Shedding all layers, stripping us bare is time’s

Evident effect of wear & tear

Out of the organic shell

Mind over matter

This body is superficial only but a cover

Doubt the automatic or dwell here forever

Back to the initial, finger pulls a trigger

A barrier withholding a vast mass of

axial rooted path ways in its border

No textures yet cover the castes

A spiral emitted math lays in disorder

Lack of order!

Random order!

Random order!

Lack of order!

I’m made Sick of this disarray