- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
Now now … I shall not allow you to weep my death.
24,383,561 killed each day, each one held dear, by none. What is left?
Overconsumption breeds the underexposure of the true reigning massacre
A caustic society, no call and response. No fertilisation, just draining of fluids.
My mouth holds dry and I weep as the particulates pollute the capillaries.
The abnegation of 56 billion.