Enthusiastic Eugenicist

Weed me out. If judgement itself could speak, it would beg
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
I am an enemy factory — making them prodigiously
Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds, to infinity
Weed me out. I’m a self-abusive black hole from which no sympathy escapes
There’s a riot in my skull where sheer will is all it takes
To create the darkest place in the world and disappear in it
I am an enemy factory — making them prodigiously
Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds, to infinity