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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