[UnbornBuddha]

No Compassion

Compassion the term:
Every man and ghost go through a transcendental journey
That is later deemed a product of their mental story.
The metaphor of our hearts is determined by stress and worry
Stimuli terraforming from the eventful currents of our sensual organs
Fully erect at the premise of existential glory, the central absorption.
Compassion is but a set of messages from our active potential cortex
Open to interpretation, which sociopaths use to defend their fortress
While alive in their terrestrial corpus they suppress their chemical urges
And later on as they level up in their metamorphosis
Becoming deities in charge of certain constellation portions
They then choose to release their neurosis and descend its torment.
Celestial order is disturbed as we’re attacked by ancestral forces
Compassion becomes an excuse to execute universal torture
Entire cosmos become a battlefield for extraterrestrial swordsmen
Dueling for honor and other intellectual workings
That to this day is disputed upon in graduate level courses.
But, is dueling for honor actually true at the expense of others?
No compassion doesn’t have to mean taking refuge under hatred’s comfort
In this age of modernity where the cybernetic governs,
It can just be synthetic life forms who are incapable of emotion
Would you accuse a machine of devilish devotion?
That’s quite a fatal of a notion since we’re dependant on voltage
Our biorhythms have been hardwired to a regular electricity dosage.


The common misanthropist says: We’re in a deep yin femininity coma
With our whole being frozen in an icy negativity ocean;
Every breath focused on deliberately probing social responsibility boneless
Until, moralistic divinity exposes it’s every sinful trait, the specificity omens
Unmasked turn out to be the coldness our soul statistically holding;
Humanity deserves to be sadistically frozen
Quickly!!! Before we’re once again parasitically cloning
Though, our whole race is paradoxically broken
Our sufferings run deep, we’re barely materialistically coping
Activists are in an acidic state with their tree hugging malicious ways
There is the reason all cancer rates have risen great
Soon enough, you’ll be making your clinic date.
Our spirit fake, which is why malignancy strikes our malignant brain
Why there? Rene Descartes believed our soul to be in our pineal glands
We must experience wicked pain because it’s God’s linear plan
So, we’ll realize that both he and we have a trivial path
Our biblical past brings this cynical man a cheerful laugh
Ha! This play we’re in has a delirious cast of characters with inferior acts.

Deathwish:
I’m pleading pantheons to propel meteorites along
Our way just to wipe the smile from your bacterial laden gums
Until, every composite of our graves is gone
Hence, a zero percentage of a zombie apocalypse
After all, that will mean we’re alive, albeit in a snobby metropolis
Necropolis, where all the undead try to cultivate a Gandhi-like consciousness
Besides, how will a swami or prophetess stop corporate dominance, lobbyist politics
That the populace swallows, without a single oscillation in their esophagus
There is no hope, not even mummification in a sarcophagus
This is a compilation of a somnolent desiring not the sacred but the bottomless
After all, what kind of a sadist wants happiness?
Perhaps, I will reconsider if there was more engagement with commonsense
But, ignorance is strong when blinded by the nameless killer, opulence.

Readers,
Compassion, in this case, necessitates more than generic feed
It will require a turning about of my entire pessimist creed
And I’m afraid that requires humanity to take a giant genetic leap.
You see compassion and its opposite can mean many predator things
Heck, it can just be the fact that the Nebula bleeds
Life onto us secular beings that require warm temperature suits
Please, enlighten me or yourself, otherwise the sedative deep
Because when the only etiquette our skeleton features
Is rhetoric speeches, we become delicate prejudice creatures
Akin to the nemesis in Resident Evil.