... for (W)hole

The always already apocalypse is becoming
Urgent urgent Urgent
So we sleep with both eyes open
and a snake 

We hurl ourselves into the
dressed in metal
shiny cyborg stars
in the between  

Here children are dead
They have been undecided
replaced with jelly pet and
delivered of your stillborn thoughts 

The fluid born 
made a gash out of a gorge with a gasp
turbulence foaming fierce
flowing division 

I, beware 
our* *disease is desirous
for the (w)hole
Decision will never be full