I Love The Smell Of Homicide In The Morning

Mosquitos in glass prisons. Ticks in test tube homes.
Man's desire for self destruction isn't complete until
every feeble possibility is erradicated with destruction.
And we'll place life under a microscope to analyse its pulse.
Form scientific equations, hypothetical scenarios for silence.
Imperative drives for power. Irrational attacks until there's
no one but ourselves to question our authority anymore.

Biological warfare in gas canisters and lack of humanity in our
bullet-shaped hearts.Load us with cyanide emotions. We won't feel
a thing as we unlatch the safety valve. Mass homicide rings so numb.
And we're using parasitic representations of our hatred to pollute lifelines.
Dip foodchains in poison and see how long the population will last.

And we're not heartless. Just ambitious inventors. Proud parents
raising our new forms of mass-produced test-tube babies
genetically deformed to withstand innoculated defences.
Because in war, victory is only served to those daring enough
to mutate biological development into homicidal content.
And suddenly medicine doesn't seem like life-inducing therapy anymore.

Murderous threads of bacteria are new laboratory pets.
A reinvention of troops more barbarous than emotion will
ever permit their human counterparts to be.
Because we've always been weakened by our humane hearts.
Spray-painting the countryside with pathogen obliteration.
The side effects may be prevalent for years but we'll always
have that oxygen tank and the knowledge of our victory to console us.
What's a weapon of mass destruction if it doesn't destroy the world?
Barbarity has never been so inventive and homicide hasn't been so intrusive.
Beneath the pulse of the population lies the possibility that our time has already come.

It's amazing. It's seriously amazing.

But it scares me. There's nothing wrong with it, but subjects like it have always scared me... *hides*

But it's still amazing. And I ADORE the first line.

Wow, that was pretty direct.

I love it.

Thank you guys.


MWAH!

I love the smell of Inari's poems in the morning. =O Oh, how clever was that?

That was the shiznit. I loved it.

That could be an article in a (serious) newspaper, because of the content.
It’s very poetic and beautiful though.

[Flawless Error]: That was real clever. Lmao.

Thank you, my poetic angels.

You are amazing.

Love.

Thank you guys!!!!!!!

Gah!
I love you all!

Awww, thank you, darling.