Forensick Burner

At night I listen to the sound of the animals, sleep has 
become a rare
commodity it seems. I understand now that there are no 
limits to what you are
capable of. You don't even see it yourselves, the news 
anchor on the TV set
talks in a neutral voice abou t rape, murder and this weeks
 weather without
change of tone-It seems that nothing matters as we close in
 on the turn of the
millenium, violence and commercial breaks has become the 
opium that used to
religion. Fuck you, mankind. You're so ugly, so vain. The 
language of
brutality is all you seem to understand, bloodlust as long 
as it's someone
elses blood. To fuck, suck, eat and shit. Breeding has 
turned into a pastime,
death as recreation...You are no better than a pack of 
hyenas, the sight and
smell of someone elses pain and misery makes you feel good,
 ensuring one more
day in safety, decimating the odds that you or someone you 
love is going to
get hurt. Well don't fool yourself, you're not safe, not in
 this world. All
you are is collateral damage, presumptive headlines, 
expendable meat for the
media hounds, statistics and forensic reports for some 
brainless fuck to drool
over on the internet. You are royally fucked.