White flakes and powder all mangled into agony. Dripping of wet, ruthless liquids. Tender and soft elements of torture. Pain nor death can compete against such disgrace. Cracks formed on the dirt smothered concrete grounds. Hard wooden, surfaces pressed against then earth. What burden Mother Nature made to torment us. Waterfall of blood. Veins cut to the bone, scarce pale skeletons. Non can compete against reckless fruit of inferno. Non can compete nor defeat. Wrangles of skeletons lined up for praise of the coconut god. The mysterious fruit’s evil intentions cannot possibly be met by the naked human eye. Seems like a delicacy at first, but all of a sudden a burden, hoping it was long lost. Hoping you can go back in time. Miles and miles of instant regret. Rivers of pale freshly spilled blood. To worship the coconut. Human sacrifices. To worship the coconut. Flavours of soft and tangy horror. All to falsely satisfies the human taste buds. The intentions of a coconut. Scrumptious at instant taste but near immediate is a revolting wicked twist. Thunder booms. Decades after the cruel event, must the soreness still be high. A hollow sound of despair as the shell of the fruit clang. Gloomy sounds leave you to die. Let your soul feed upon you. Let the taste buds take you on an intolerable journey. Let the soul slowly terminate you. Slowly destroy your defenceless. Slowly dismantle your immune system. The world considers you as a traitor. A renegade as the world points it's hatred at your heart. The pain will wreck your soul until veagence forces upon your body and take form as unbearable agony. The pain will swallow you. Furs of harmed creatures piled from explosions resulting in the agonized co co nut. Danger lies beyond the surface. Pain buried like a burden deep inside. Torment and venom inside.