Move quickly- silently- breathlessly: Rage steadfastly against the man, the machine that churns you out into this world.
**** each breath through the gaps in your putrid yellowed-teeth. There has never been air quite as saccharine, believe me.
Let them devour you, those reeking beliefs of yours. Let them dismantle you; the very seams you hold so dearly- obliterated by it. Those hand sewn patchwork repairs, strong enough only to keep out the dust and to keep in the rage.
The title *****, but I feel like its the only way to bring these three ideas together (that I can come up with right now. I'll probably edit the hell out of it later). The Top=Green, Middle=Yellow, and Bottom =Red