Firing synapses,
black coils of electric information surging.
Murder.
Bloodlust.
Destruction
. A lightning storm of chaos brewing
in every pulsating mind.
Young, old, fresh or decaying
the raging thunder claps of "What ifs" ringing in their minds.
In our minds.
We are the animals.
We are the desecrators.
We are the roving bands of locusts
infecting and grinding the earth into sand.
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