I curse my mother for her choice to create a life
And I curse my father, for his lukewarm, soon twentyseven
year old seed, so virile.
But most of all I curse myself, you disgusting piece of
shit, you tasteless joke.
From birth lost, since I was a child eternally damned.
I am the missing link, a failure that should never have
happened.
I say no to life, no to myself
And all of god's perverted creations
Mother Earth, all forests and mountains.
A gene pool so defect
A darkness so perfect