Away with solips quantum mechanics
and a straw theory grabbing at strings,
instead study pulsate organics,
unified field below and above,
micro/macro the same cosmic laws
we live by as peaceful romantics
may our saving grace be love --

or grow your numbers without pause,
strip the planet to extend your lives,
wage genocidal war to save your race,
fill your dark need for visceral shocks,
when nuclear holocaust at last arrives
no life will inherit anything to base
a struggle in toxic rubbish and rocks.
Thus by your stupidly suicidal decision
our Cosmic body survives in remission.

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