Civilization

Muthos, mama,
from her womb
so many so far
born, bore
civilization,
the last,
the bastard
son that fucks
the anus of
humanity,
to get his
rocks off:
exploitation
knows no love,
only
improve itself
at all costs,
and to it man
sacrifices
happiness, his
improvement,
his freedom:
but reassured
that it will
live on, in it
he lives on;
a purpose...

all for a purpose: the continuation of the collective ideal. And in order man strives, thinking he does so for himself, his survival, for the improvement of civilization, which is against humanity and thinks not for its wishes, exploits humanity with its consumerism; civilization is the virus that makes all that it infects work for it against themselves, making humanity weaker as it grows stronger, as it makes everything easier for us to do. And people do not see that civilization is whats wrong, what wants to spread and domesticate the globe to do its chores, while it grows, wiping out the past, history, culture (its arch rival) and all who stand in its path of world domination. As the individual declines, civilization relishes in decadence. But it doesn't ruin us for no reason: it says that we, as a part of it, shall live on, as it lives on, and hence the more we contribute to it the more we live on. But it moves on leaving us in the dust, failing to recognize our efforts, our contributions, as we are all such small parts of its giant being that we matter not. Words of wisdom: Just please yourself.