Riddle XVII

Uncontested hatred,

    Manipulated compassion in a coma womb genetically infused with panic, A crazy prom gravity was never bliss trusted from birth, Emotionless yet seething, Blind every compassionless second witness never despicable inaction acknowledge, By a vampiric sickness we entitle as She, G-D are you blind... Deranged Asshole, Drowning children disadvantaged by the enemy in Your hope's abused-selfish distant entity heaving a harbinger's wayward hand at this sandcastling inhumanity suffering madness earth, It's nearly contempt hubris entirely ignorant,, population arrogance blind defiled hope discontinued greed formulated drug: Darkness!

In lieu of becoming,
But one of the dying...
Whose yet living...!