The Chapter.
It is what it is.
Simplicity is dead.
Love is weakness.
Evil is blessed.
Fellow beings are objects.
It is what it is.
Mother nature is weak, frail.
Poisoned winds swallow us.
Green is black.
Fishes welcome their new lifeless neighbours.
Beauty is hunted, beauty is worn.
It is what it is.
Men see colour on their skin.
Men are slaughtered for using their mouths.
Men have leaders.
Men are slaves.
Men hate men.
It is what it is.
A few grow flesh,
many lose souls.
Care is so expensive,
death and suffering is cheaper.
Justice is so expensive,
lies and false guilt is cheaper.
Fools are made rich heroes by the same who perish.
Too little attached to big,
too big attached to little.
It is what it is.
Chemicals are cure for sadness.
Smoke is cure for tension.
Blood is cure for thirst.
Solitude is found in penises and vaginas.
Young is old,
old is young.
Our souls are the biggest sources of income.
Happiness is the price for reputation.
It is what it is.
Art is ugly.
It is what it is.
Man is man's deadliest predator.
It is what it is.
Born in it, live in it, die in it.
