Humanity in wake

 The time will come when you're pharmacological altered perceptions of the world catch up with (you in) the real world. 

The real world? 

 Intrusive intelligent design steps into this (real world), rather bombards without asking. 

 Not unlike a massive bowel movement of toxic waste.

 The algorithms of mostly latent nothingness, which was perfectly fine prior to the interjection with Grand design, returns back into base normalcy. 

 Too much too soon.

 

 You were after all quite excited about your role as creator, but what created you and why? 

 Sprung from death and maintained by the consumption of death. Humanity the s the child of death, undeniable. 

Those who prosper above all others, capitalize and plagiarize this.

 Attracted to life only to consume it. 

Those held at a hum, by way of their own DNA in shackles, dream of a more excited existence. 

 Those who are excited, excite like a tumor, causing growth where there should only be a balance.

 Those who seem like heroes, opening big projects and borrowing sacred geometrical designs for their own application, hurry this along. 

 The populace of people pumps and grows and dies away into secession, because it never asked to live. 

 As a collective humanity speaks its voice, yet none want to admit that they played a part.

 The vote is always who will die first for the good of the many; however the few have their own prerogative in pushing this notion forth. 

 In the end if you step back far enough away you will see it too. The occulted rituals out in plainview. The sacrifices, the compromise, the false Duty toward preserving the goal. 

 None really want to take the time to ponder on the goal. We pay politicians handsomely to speak this voice for us, the voice of executioner. 

 Justifiably you do this every moment of your torture cursed existence.

 ...But take leave and be gadabout and  capricious... and in the end you too can say you were of a superior brand of human quality.  

 This can only be stated by those who have thus voted for inequity, on a semi-grand scale. 

'oh he was mentally deranged, so he's better off now locked away or put to rest.'-The Wee Little People

 You are the demons, though mostly working by proxy.

 Each missstep as action acts a vote against humanity. If you wish to live, to continue on the greatest fear is the competition from those like yourself. 

 There is no winner in the macro-view. 

The cell, the algae, or microbes, or germs, or viruse are prosperous when there are adequate resources. A flaming up and a shrinking back.

 All will in death will be entered into this storehouse tomb, of this latent inverted energy.

Oh but you are an angel; Who sins by night and purges by day, in solace and penance of pay.-altruisms return/net

 Perhaps a spawn in a little capsule will bring this disease to the next unsuspecting bodily form? 

Stellarmass13