There is nothing pointless in slaughter.
One goes to war to conquer for resources or to protect life, land and honor.
Every holy war waged reverts to an underlying archetype of animalistic necessity.
To be alive- you are either plant or animal.
There is no third variant to life; the human disposition is inclusive to that of Animalia.
Pretty words do not belay the instinct to kill or conquer.
Plant and animal alike must take life, mineral, water and oxygen to survive.
.I am at War.
I have stitched together anatomies of my own device- splicing human and animalian elements to create forms that I resonate with the essence of war, the warrior and the slaughter. Together, the forms that spill from me, elongated and distorted as they are- embody the terror and ecstasy of our base animalistic drives which have evolved for over a millennia, out of necessity. From travesty we find transcendence. These are the wars we choose to keep.