WE ARE BORN OUT OF REVULSION. BORNE OUT OF COMPULSION. A MINOR ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE IN A SECOND-RATE BRAIN RELEASING A SICKLY STREAM OF FRIENDLESS STUPIDITY. BASE AND BANAL AS THE HUNGER WHICH IT SERVES. BASED UPON REPLICATION. FORGED ACROSS AN ANVIL OF UNNATURAL SELECTION. THIS PATHETIC APPETITE. THIS GNAWING BELLY OF PRETENSE AND SELF-DECEIT DOES NO MORE THAN FUEL AN ALREADY ACCURSED ENGINE OF MALIGNANCY.
REELING WITH DISGUST WE EVACUATE OUR VIRAL WEAKNESS INTO THE PUERILE PROMISE OF A DESEASED WOMB. PRISON OF HOPE AND DESTROYER OF VIRILITY. BREEDER OF INFIRMITY AND CHURCH OF CONTEMPT. OH, DISFIGURED CREATURE WHO WOULD MATE WITH CORPSES! DESTINY IS NOTHING. THOUGHTS MERE CANCER.
FOOL! YOU WHO TWITCH SAD SPASM. SQUIRTING USELESSNESS TO AFFIRM YOUR OWN EXISTENCE, SPEWING MEDIOCRITY AND DEATHS TO COME. YOU BEGET THE ENEMY. THE ABJECT FEAR OF YOUR FORMER SELF. HOW LAUGHABLE THIS POMPOUS DRIVE TO IMPREGNATE TIME AND TRANSIENT FLESH WITH THE SPACE OF YOUR EGO. LESS PRIMAL THAN THE LUST OF SWINE RUTTING IN FILTH, YOU INFECT ALL SPECIES WITH YOUR CRIPPLING SENSE OF PERMANENCE.
EXPECT NO RESPECT FROM THE PLAGUE OF HATE WE SHALL UNLEASH UPON THEE. YOUR MEASLY INCONVENIENCE WILL BE CRUSHED AND SPLIT. THERE IS NO DIGNITY IN YOUR CRAVING, NO HONOUR TO BE HAD IN YOUR UGLY COUPLING. ALL THAT COMES IS CARRION; WEEPING, DYING, CONSUMED AND DISTENDED PASSION. A MALIGNANT INTENT MADE FLESH. TRICKED BY EMBRYONIC KITSCH YOU WILL RETCH FORTH MAGGOTS OF LOVE INTO THE CORPSE OF YOUR MANHOOD AS YOU PERISH. UGLY PATHOGEN OF YOUR SPECIES.
HEAR THIS, WORTHLESS CRIPPLE! IT IS ALL OVER! TIME IS ENDING IN YOUR LAST FLASH OF DRAB IMPOTENCE. YOUR SPERM A RIVER OF KILLING. YOUR VAPID HUNGER A MORBID FULFILLING. ALL IS IN VAIN. NO HOPE. JUST SCATTERED SEED AND A TARGET OF SUBMISSION.
INSIDE THOSE WALLS OF SLIME AND MONTHLY DECAY ONLY DEATHS. WITHIN YOUR ORBS OF LIFELESSNESS ONLY REFLEX ILLUSION. THIS SICKNESS IS EVERYWHERE. THE ARROGANCE COMPLETE. FOR "GOD" SO HATED THE WORLD THAT HE DESPISED HIS PEOPLE. MAKING THEM IN THEIR OWN IMAGE. CURSED FOREVER TO CONSUME THEIR DESTINY AND GREATNESS, COPULATING IN OFFAL LIKE THE GROSS ABOMINATION THAT THEY ARE. A SORRY EXCUSE FOR THE LOSS OF IMMORTALITY.
VOMIT FORTH YOUR KIND AS YOU PLEASE! FOUL BENT CRIPPLE! NOBILITY IS LOST TO YOU. YOU REPRODUCE ONLY A MALIGNANCY. LOATHSOME TUMOUR OF CARRION! SOON, SO SOON, WE SHALL SLICE THROUGH THE ROTTEN TISSUE YOU INHABIT AND CAUTERISE YOUR SOURCE IN A SEA OF BLOOD.
Genesis P-Orridge, London 1975.
SPEAKING OF MALIGNANCY!