the peace keeps war on its knees, beach sun galore//
but the other end of the-spectrum-must expose itself with [gore]//
sunset, off-horizon, but then, two ...specimens... are fighting//
over-sizing there muscular structure //
the brave warrior, a race to the top of world coverZ//
veins on top of there skin, membranes as thick as waste gas polluting oxiGin//
energy distrubition stomps the female, she sails backwards cant stand watch them//
them mans drop themselves of the evil and hatred//
realising that there chance is enevitable to mating//
with sinister eyes, they surprise her behind//
she dodges one's blow which would incline her precious spine//
her vision is blistered, but is the best of times all forgotten?//

look carefully through the wall of violence, a butterfly has blossomed//

the scenerio goes as follows, a 13 yr old in the time of menstruation//
hormones competing with testorone, levels shooting beyond unknown//
and she has to come home, a place where nowhere like in the world//
her 4 walls bleed the angers creeds//
down the street a hospital awaits for another suicidial casualty//
unreliable castastrophies, she cant hold enough calories to mantain her pregnacy//
and her father, also the unborn childs father//
multi-father, violated mind who can see no further//
and when night breaks from the fall of the dawn//
she can hear screams in the basement from the fall of there mourn//
she cant look up to her mother, only down on the floor//
sacred practices of horrific images//
relating to the scientific study of ancient torture methods//
and then one day for first time of her life, she feels the joy of being high//
looking down the skyscraper of XTC, she hears her mother cry "come lie down next to me"//
she does just that, she runs to middle of the street to whom she redeems hell of life//
she cuts her throat and she lies, but notices a thing//

could it be? NO? a butterfly in the sun, dancing//

welcome to the lab of recreational multi-breeding techniques//
the tech speaks, technology you havnt seen in ya wildest dreams//
hence upon the fusion of dna structures in compilation//
hallways of the unborn super-soldiers mason//
genitically unbreed patients turned into fearsome agents//
capable of blowing the earth, for which aliens would find amazing//
and theres one scientist, with the mind of an iron fist//
nowing this his shit is prohabiting from the lightness//
his knowledge, can bring the u.s. government mission acomplished//
which is to reign supreme by creating unnartual super-zombies//
he takes stand, he reachs for the button upon which the united nations look upon him//
and he turns round with a smile, a button which is set to blow the lap into a crubble pile//
but on the projection he sees something is he cant believe//

an hallucination of a butterfly dancing

at half twelve, a man is eating pizza, feeling overwhelmed//
celebrating his discoverery of a new form of stars in the space realm//
in disbelief his partnet takes a look for himself//
and shouts "THATS A FUCKING METEOR WHICH IS HEADING FOR THE WORLD"//
"impossible, upon mathmitical calculation thats unknowledgable"//
he takes another look, realises the the dimensions have increase from which he wrote in his book//
a thought traveled across his brain, WE FUCKED//
they report the tragic news to government//
there disgusted and believe its a prank call from a bored divorced husband//
but then 12 weeks later, 1/2 of the world look upon the ring//
this spherical thing and every country has already risen in temperture by 12 degrees//
its too late, its all too close, too close, 2 close//
30 seconds remaining//
ironically the specimen, the little girl and scientist see it agian//

the thing they saw in disbelief, was behind the butterfly wings//






morale: things are not what they seem, the things you think, are not what you always hope for them things to be. CAREFUL NOW