screams falling on the
soft snow covered ground
blood drops washing over
the blinding whiteness
majestic crystals shattering
into colorful parasites
the dawn of the flawed
superheroes is upon us
they come not in peace
but in millions of pieces
for our collective rottenness
slashed them into nothing
but fragments of contaminated
imagination unbuttoned leaking
extermination of whatever
is left of our souls
Stream of happymess 