animenko

Humanity A moment of eruption Terror should be in the streets Instead they go about their lives Driving around the girl’s body. None stop to gawk None stop to cry None stop to dial their phones All go on with their thinking, “Not one of my relatives, Why should I care?” Living in the past That bleak, dreary, dark future That light, bright, happy past That boring, tired, tried present

The Brainless By Animenko “Prolog” There is a ruin where two people subsist It is not bliss Its name is Expertise No one knows where it does exist For all whom survived there Had died there Or succumbed into Ecstasy. The ones who prevailed Then failed Were called the Bliss Of Ecstasy, Known as the Brainless By the Gifted Of Expertise. “Brainless” “Living brainless Some call it bliss Others, an outsized distress Why is being thoughtless Given with happiness? Why does cleverness, Abide with the brainless? ‘We need to be alienated, From all forms of brainlessness!’ Said all with t