June 29
10:15pm
Eugenics; the study of or oppressive ruling, in the forceful possibility, of fixing the recessive traits of the human anatomy.
Bushfully beating, politely encouraging, by such means as discouraging negativity inherently reproducing.
A ruse, to deceive how history subsequently is relative, on a constant circular time stream because we as humans aren’t even intelligent enough to brave a fucking ripple. Hmph, polluting Mother Nature’s nipple.
Grabbing your hand, jerking you through the silent asylum. Screams so loud that the walls absorb them. If Sally likes Jim, this movement would have told her to follow him on a whim. His beautiful phenotype would have enticed her in, to make for false science sake, the study could shake the truth into showing her the undesirables embedded underneath his skin.
No one understands.
I’ll spit a story, I know, long time again, since I’ve actually sat down and held you. Schooling you a bedtime story, one that mommy never fed you.
A Nazi genocidal gas chamber song. Hands beating, fingernails peeling, cementing in the stalls. Like a horrific cry for anything safe, caused by a man who psychotically purged an entire race.
Hotel Rwanda, black, running scared because the bad guy got in. Shooting bullets with assigned names on them, macheted my brothers thumbs so the tale could never be written, decapitated, so the woes could never be spittin’.
The six year old in the 60’s, scratching her privates in public from daddy’s STD, imprisoned in a coed facility. Continuously raped by her own shade stigmatizing her physiology. Set free at the age of eighteen with no education, routine of molestation, pushing a new living maintained by a life of prostitution.
Releasing infectious demons in Tuskegee, so many, passing on the cancer with the painful ending, my parents would have had no choice but to institutionalize me. Where they’d poke, prod, experimenting. Using me as a lab rat for study purposes, claiming its findings will give mankind a new beginning.
Riots in streets, warranting the higher Man to expire our bodies, for pure sport “containing the situation”. Coca cola on hand to disintegrate the blood clots on the black water stained pavement. All to have a legitimate reason, in killing the ‘thugs’ their hearts unfairly not beating.
The KKK rallying, presently to protect a confederate flag the south so desperately wants to justify. Covering the hidden truths, with latex history stating it was designed not as a means of discrimination. Yet, white supremacy will assemble, marching, towards and even bitter world of greater confusion.
Euthanizing the luxury of a basic human’s life choices, to live and be free from the inevitability of genetics. One man, actually many, took time and decided, that their life meant more leaving the rest of the different population deemed an abomination. Left mugshot and profiled into a cinematic movie altered for viewership and payment. Sounds pretty familiar doesn’t it?
While killing the world, the Man makes his money, holding your persecuted identity for ransom. Justifying to the small minded by saying, “stupid breeds stupid”. Cutting it off at the very beginning, only feeds into the betterment.
They will say listen, hold your hand while brainwashing you again, with a lie you hardly believe but you’ll be too frightened to tell that to Them. So the majority confused, raise their hands in unison, with blank stares, smiling, fighting back tears in the paint peeled classroom, to ask “when Sally and Jim make love, will they have perfect children?”
Because stupidity breeds negativity, they will kill off the entire ignorant population instead of taking the time to educate them. Savagely murder off the different, getting smarter as more and more time passes, so the world won’t notice them doing it subliminally. And even when we do, they’ll tell us it’s so farfetched, deflect, and call it a conspiracy theory.
*Whispering* in your ear as you fall asleep, “they’re slowly ending everyone, selfishly trying to paint their own perfect utopia glory, completely disregarding that everyone has their own story.”
11:21pm
Spoon feeding you this gruesome truth, sopping the sides of your mouth so you swallow every bit of information. I have no choice but to break your heart before bed and yet you lay your head there so soundly, like you had absolutely nothing to do in detention.
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