The World is So Noisy yet so Sterile!

The World is so Noisy- and yet so Sterile!

A surgeon with a loud mouth.

It is sickening, cutting small slices across the skin near constantly and devouring its victim slowly. 

It mocks and taunts, and offers little solace.

The only way out is a greater bleeding.

After which, I of course won't be satisfied even.

What I want is a compromise between life and death.

Let life take death unto itself in infinitely many places so that it may not know itself as immortal.

Let death be free to invade and impregnate the world but in the name of something noble.

 Eradicating evil? Let's call it "sin", for super-imposed narcissism!

 And kill kill kill it will. But why start?

Get yourself off the operating table, and pay no dues or limbs.