The principle of being a good citizen is highly mistaken for a sinner.
Natural occurrences show a morose form of what is normal.
Death is one’s own Armageddon,
But it’s to be expected.
A few tears are shed in dread of forgetting.
Let’s preserve it.
Let’s prep the human derma to the shape of existence in which we best
remember.
Lest we forget the norm of humans.
Killing and sucking all the life organs out of creatures to impure their
skin,
That of a stuffed animal with but a shiny black marble in their eyes so a
twinkle in the reflection can feed off a feeling of having an existence.
The taxidermy process of an animal should be none less morbid with that of a
human.
The human anatomy is suchlike an animals,
Hence being classified in the kingdom animalia.
It can easily be dissected and sculptured into a prize.
One can walk into a forest with the prime intension to kill.
A glee of delight and anxiety rips through the heart like its distinguishing
riffle.
Either eat the kill or stuff it.
Both are custom;
Sane no doubt to feast and rip off limbs while indulging the muscles and
veins with every chew.
How out of this universe would it be to reverse roles one would think?
But why so?
Take an undeserving random and adjust his life to be forever frozen in one
state.
Humans are not immortal, and in no way perfect though we seem to think so.
A glimpse of reality may trickle off ones blinded mind once they see the
alignment of Ones lifeless skin in the perfect physique of a manikins.
A humans reaction to this would be to murder those responsible,
Leading to more immortality and impurity.
The mortidermy process in my eyes is what’s normal.

 
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