Curse the human mind,along with it the body.
Last but not least.
The foulest part of all the human race.
Curse the heart.
For it is the great ,
magnanimous,
organ.
The organ that rules your state.
The state of what is yet to come from your
malicious hatred
for those dastardly cowards we call men.
These men who are the reason we, humans, wage wars.
And for when you have forsaken all of this.
Remeber,at the end of the rainbow is a big fat pot of nothing.

Then again, you might find a field of butterflies?

©. Juané van Dyk.