Purging the Sickness

Kali, redeemer of the universe, is calling. I'm dizzy with humanity's fever, sweating with its birth contractions. I'm nauseous with visions of the sufferings of my fellow man...

The bodies of the American masses are primarily composed of carbon from genetically modified corn. Their blood is muddy with pharmaceuticals and toxins. Their minds have been ground down to a stupor having been radiated by cell phone usage then numbed by the incessant flashing lights of the great human consciousness programmer, the television. Their neurons have been fried, blown out, and disabled by MSG, VOCs, vaccines, caffeine, fluoride, chlorine, mercury fillings, aspartame, hydrogenated oils and white flour and sugar. Their natural hormonal flows have been disrupted by plastics, hormonal birth control, and skin care ingredients. Their body surfaces, odors, and hairs have been schlacked with poisonous chemical concoctions, and the glands to release such toxins heave been plugged with aluminum because TV ads made them fear their own sweat. These people have been disconnected from the natural world and their genuine being to be preyed on and perverted by faceless corporations hell-bent on making greater and greater profits in a rat race based on the delusion that happiness will come as soon as enough electronic digits are safely nestled in a bank account that is tied to the number code assigned the day they were born. The suppression of these people's true soul consciousness most likely began at birth, where their consciousness was numbed out by anesthetics in between dominating throttles of pitosin's artificial hormone blasts. And should any one of these factory farmed individuals speak up to say that they feel out of balance, that they are having an unpleasant emotional reaction to their world, they are told their brain is incorrectly functioning and thus pumped strings of different pharmaceuticals so they may correctly numb out and continue their menial toil to ensure the world continues functioning the same way until the planet is completely ravaged, or whatever plans for Great Mother Gaia the ruling few have in store.

I want to puke it out. All this suffering, it's like a bacteria swarming. I want to puke it out and make for something new. I want redemption of the soul and then to plant its seeds. I want transformation of this world to a tribal beat.