Heart Rants for Conscience Sake

Once awakened with conscience ripe, you know what’s rot, and what is not. Once affirmed that what questions rumble deep inside, confuse your day, fuck with your sleep until you wake up and look into yourself and yell. Yell to know what’s going on. ‘Cause what’s going on suddenly feels slimy, defiles with its touch, or least association, every earth landscape, every besieged flesh form. Once one begins to know, one must change one’s ways, no longer play one’s part, since ignorance no longer hides one’s self or any one. One must stop the insidious assault; stand against the Gotterdammerung rush! Once aware, one cannot believe everything they are told. They need to listen to the body that tells the truth about the consequences of rot: its history, thought, Machiavellian schemes, its dark trickster changeability.