The Logic of Extinction
What matters challenges every assumption.Why should it matter that matter matters?Eclectic consciousness in cellular engines Randomly mutates in brain expansionDriven by competing with other brains.Need for cooperation arousesUrgencies of betrayal and murder,Hypocrisy and pretense and slavery,Homo lupus hominis, some have wept—Man the wolf of men, feeding on other men.
If this is the best that matter can do,What are the chances that life will matter?Most life, billions of lives, diseased and dying,Are victims of the wolf wolfing them down,The slobber on their cheeks dabbed awayWith silks of money and hankies dipped in oil,Perfumes exotic like the anal glands so sweetOf the civet secreting unguents of wealthOnly the privileged can afford to touchSince only they can smell like shit and smile.
If this is the best that matter can do,What are the chances nature will survive?Actually good, we must understand,Since nature has no need of us at all,The truth the shit-smilers hide under fictionsOf religion plus endless videos of porn.If we took these goggles off no drug on earthWould be potent enough to numb our brainsWhich would dissolve in acids of terrorRather than slowly erode in front of TVs.
If this is the best that matter can do,What are the chances the planet escapes?If you’ve ever looked through a telescopeAt any nearby celestial body,You will’ve seen debris, scars, and gashesOf ancient cosmic violence so vastThe devastation our H-bombs can igniteLooks like the remains of a sand-castleOur petulant world-leaders tantrum’d at—Talk of earth’s escape is beyond silliness.
If this is the best that matter can do,Then all must bow down and pray to their godsAfter they have raped, tortured, and beheadedBelievers in other gods—How dare they!—So they can pretend they are deserving,They and only they, since they have the weapons,The money, the slaves, and the brutality—How could god not prefer them above all others?While everywhere else matter is evolving For which in future such questions won’t matter.
If this is the best that matter can do,What are the chances that life will matter?Most life, billions of lives, diseased and dying,Are victims of the wolf wolfing them down,The slobber on their cheeks dabbed awayWith silks of money and hankies dipped in oil,Perfumes exotic like the anal glands so sweetOf the civet secreting unguents of wealthOnly the privileged can afford to touchSince only they can smell like shit and smile.
If this is the best that matter can do,What are the chances nature will survive?Actually good, we must understand,Since nature has no need of us at all,The truth the shit-smilers hide under fictionsOf religion plus endless videos of porn.If we took these goggles off no drug on earthWould be potent enough to numb our brainsWhich would dissolve in acids of terrorRather than slowly erode in front of TVs.
If this is the best that matter can do,What are the chances the planet escapes?If you’ve ever looked through a telescopeAt any nearby celestial body,You will’ve seen debris, scars, and gashesOf ancient cosmic violence so vastThe devastation our H-bombs can igniteLooks like the remains of a sand-castleOur petulant world-leaders tantrum’d at—Talk of earth’s escape is beyond silliness.
If this is the best that matter can do,Then all must bow down and pray to their godsAfter they have raped, tortured, and beheadedBelievers in other gods—How dare they!—So they can pretend they are deserving,They and only they, since they have the weapons,The money, the slaves, and the brutality—How could god not prefer them above all others?While everywhere else matter is evolving For which in future such questions won’t matter.