100 billion dead cisgenders can’t be right

when the last man is strangled to death with the entrails of the last woman:

maybe I’ll be free.

I don't want to die,

fucking in the mud,

pretending my spawn,

wears a face that mirrors god.

I want to wear the face of god.

abandoning,

the divine masculine

and the divine feminine,

for some infernal internal,

more power in the god in me,

than those outside me.

by: eli z.g.

date: 2022