Intelligent Design - Near Death Condition

Emergence of life without law or chance

Evolution turned towards empty complexity

Creation of the insignificant from naught

There must be an intelligent design!

Absolute imperfection made man

Our disgusts defining us more than our likes

Creature that is not inclined to love

But that rejoices with the disappearances of his fellow man

And though doesn’t give up procreating

Perpetually organising the crime

Creature coming from the mire

Having mediocrity as single utopia

Wars and concentration camps

Undoubtedly the most completed of our works

Have no equivalent in barbarity

But our foolish and soul-destroying entertainments

Love is but a malevolent excuse that leads us to fuck

Reminding us our condition of hideous beasts

Predators in search of easy preys

Begging to be sacrificed on the altar of lust

Devoting ourselves to the worst vices in a cascade

Of debauchery

Teenager intoxicated with sex, rapists

Of offered virgins

Woodlice copulating with sluts to give birth to

Diabolic creatures

Engendering new obscene torturers that will call

To believe in humanity

Dereliction only weapon of the thinkers

And the lucides

Annihilating everything it can heal and save us

From the eternal curse fallen

Unto the Ark’s descendants

After the madness of Noah desiring to perpetuate

Such an absurdity

Then yes, there must be an intelligent design

But only the Devil can be the perpetrator

Of such a malediction

For created in his hideous image

From birth to death humans have nothing good