Breaking Freaks

Break into the soil with your drills.
Break into the parent rock.
Refill your grand machines, other bodies you´ve fashioned and bragged about.
Break the coastline, scud missile impact.
Break the spirit, torturing yourself even more severly than your victim and you brag.
Break the record for your annual turnover in profit, you shine for your company.
And how you brag.
Break up the new ideas rising from the youth as if they were signs of your decline.
Break through the fertile forests with your grand machines and leave it a muddy wasteland.
And don´t forget to brag.
Don´t forget to boast of your many successes, how your life of control makes money and represses.
Break the next generation in early for the dead world they must inherit.