May their Demise be Glorious

 



May their Demise be Glorious

I am empty
But not wanting
Alone but
Not lonely

Let your heart
Be a fertile field
For love is the 
Only real

I used to have big thoughts
On little things
Now I have small thoughts
On large things

My mind is what Arjuna saw
In Krishna’s mouth
People dying in wars and famine
Destruction and chaos

There is no savior
On a white steed
With a flaming sword
Coming to save you

Your religion is a fairy tale
To abuse and control you
All your gods are monsters
Who corrupt, defile, and use you

Some will sacrifice themselves 
Instead of living life to its fullest
They have surrendered everything
And claim themselves the victims

I used to have big feelings
On big things
It broke me and made me ill
And almost killed me

I have been accused 
Of falling in love with everyone
While looking 
For their goodness

Now it is harder to get through 
the petty selfish wanting 
To find the pure at heart
Empathetic caring pilgrims

Who walks amongst the monsters

      People are atomized
Commodified and datafied
Monetized tracked
And followed

Dehumanized and polarized 
Driven into silos
Blinded and thrust 
Into darkness

Evil does not die
It just changes shape
It ebbs and flows 
Destroying all it touches

Cosmic horror
Human cruelty
Carnivores and cannibals
Conscious bipedal animals

Monsters don’t age well
May their demise be glorious
May they all suffer as they
Return to hell











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