The pain of life climbs upward in a line

At forty-five degrees from left to right

Before conception everything is fine

Millennia make up one long peaceful night

That’s bare of nightmares, reality’s bite

Then some dick thinks with his, the jizz meets egg

And all that jazz; addicted to the fight

The hybrid parasite kicks out with leg

But when womb’s closing time is reached will beg

To stay dependent, waited on full-time

Sirens of prison, syringe, lines of white

Pickled liver, retiring to a dreg

Of mankind, call out: come to us, rewind

Retreat, relax behind the lines, that’s right