Virtue Lyrics


In light of reason, human possession. I look into the bitter last remembrance. and this is for naught... now the reason, memory is specific it should be considered a heinous act to procreate. only flawed reason one would consider doing such is for selfish desire.…and this is for naught …. and the wounds of existence the unintelligible design of the life machine is a flawed design and broken..it’s broken. ‘the wounds of existence’ and all the pleasures of life dangerously exalt the fact of unintelligent molecule is doing biological experiments. there is no need depressed or suicidal use our compassion for animals, humans, all things capable of feeling…to question whether this is a productive system..is the most…