Poisoned stimulus branch

 We have all been poisoned by cheap

 mass cultures that have been degraded

 into a hopelessly sickening cesspool,

 as the prophets of Nineveh

 warned us all of old,

 and since then no new questions

 or answers have been allowed.

"The spirit plunders and steals in any case",

 said many, whose changing

 tongue is as much in favour

 of utility and not nobility today

 as it was in the past.

 Because everyone was nodding

 their heads in sheep's clothing,

 and had long known that 

they had to lick their arses

 and strive to survive without

 any upkeep, since they had to live

 with their pockets bulging.

 They made the truth, 

which could be coloured, 

into a blur. 

How many more autopsy corpses

 can the resurrection wait for?!

Sooner or later,

 the spirit of plundering

 and plundering will come back to everyone.

 They wash each other's fat-a*s

 stains as if they could be cleaned easily.

They would tear our stigma-ridden

 skin and hang it to the four corners

 of the earth, 

if only they could change the miserable,

 cowering present by getting

 a decent job and a decent salary. 

For some reason, 

this cheap, indoors

 existence has dimmed to a cataract inside.

His reflex would open and grope about.

 The moving dirt, like a rattling streetcar,

 appears unless through the void of the deserted,

 alley-smelling night.

 Is there no reason to be afraid?!

 Who can know the answer to that?

 For there is no chance in trial and error.

On the wormy neck of Existence we see the howling,

 snarling faces of rabid dogs in wire loops.

 - We bathe in ice cubes that clomp incessantly,

 we numbly burn the gaps in communication!