No Interest

Perfect basis of variety of no interest
Strengthened with insane morbid fancies
The creature arranged on the top in evolution
No interest
Loss of certainty
Violence
Guns that don't kill anybody
Humiliation
Stronger has power
Oppressing
There's no way to protect you

A woman with a baby crashed into pulp
They're drying on the pavement
Their bowels are stinking on unsensitive
And dirty feet of passing by-es

They find out after a white what has sticked
On their neglected protuberances
Purification without any interest, they go to meet
Their happiness

Assistant from pathology sweeps the remains of
The matter of course
He puts them into the black plastic bags
Just a blot as a reproach of your indifference is left

Fear
Is everywhere
Self-compassion is a part
Existing
You take from another
Emptiness
Fuck yourselves, people