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"kingdomphylumclassorderfamilygenusspecies" poems
It’s night. Deepest darkest blackest night. I feel the pinch and fear of one hunted, the prey run out of options. No help is given, though plainly demanded. The thin veneer of civilization threatens to give way. There is no escape from the knot in my stomach because we’re hemmed in at all sides and I’m panicking at the facelessness of my enemy, as I evolve from woman to female. What is the world where we aren’t what we thought we were? From adults to children. From children to animals. Stepping backwards. A warped progression. Sterilize. Maintain. Control. Clean. Safe. The world seems to whisper as if someone(thing?) is listening… Big Brother(Sister?) the walls have ears(eyes?)… KingdomPhylumClassOrderFamilyGenusSpecies. AnamaliaChordataMammaliaPrimatesHominidaeHomoSapiens. Two legs doesn’t mean you’re safe from acting like you have four. **** sapiens Ecce, **** Fiat lux. or else we’re doomed. Intellect to instinct. Man to mammal. Walk on two legs now, can you afford to lose them? Ad insaniam, ut illuminabit… Vel in flammis tandem finis. SUM EST. Chaos is closing in. Can you cope?
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Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
maria-hale
Natural Selection(Dissection)?
It’s night. Deepest darkest blackest night. I feel the pinch and fear of one hunted, the prey run out of options. No help is given, though plainly demanded. The thin veneer of civilization threatens to give way. There is no escape from the knot in my stomach because we’re hemmed in at all sides and I’m panicking at the facelessness of my enemy, as I evolve from woman to female. What is the world where we aren’t what we thought we were? From adults to children. From children to animals. Stepping backwards. A warped progression. Sterilize. Maintain. Control. Clean. Safe. The world seems to whisper as if someone(thing?) is listening… Big Brother(Sister?) the walls have ears(eyes?)… KingdomPhylumClassOrderFamilyGenusSpecies. AnamaliaChordataMammaliaPrimatesHominidaeHomoSapiens. Two legs doesn’t mean you’re safe from acting like you have four. **** sapiens Ecce, **** Fiat lux. or else we’re doomed. Intellect to instinct. Man to mammal. Walk on two legs now, can you afford to lose them? Ad insaniam, ut illuminabit… Vel in flammis tandem finis. SUM EST. Chaos is closing in. Can you cope?
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