Strictly speaking,
we should all be going nuts.
Killing each other off,
brutally.
Raping and looting
town after town.
It seems there is no hope whatsoever
that our imaginings will overcome anything.
This farce of a life
is fully mechanical.
Intricately conceived as it may be
it remains but binary
because we are caught in
a simple vessel operated by cravings.
Literally everything
can go wrong.
And so it does.
A life
mistakenly fabricated and knead
into the pretension
of expressing divinity.
The painfully disfigured simulation
of essence.
The atrocious side-track.
The universal excuse.
The common failure.
All indicators are there
and they keep on swelling.
You will find them
projected into all of us
on a smaller
but more detrimental scale.
That is why we all quickly identify them
as liars
when they try to push it on us.
But like true cowards,
we don’t flinch.
We stay well on track.
Not even dreaming of
contradicting it.
Of speaking against
the allotted importance.
The fight is fixed.
They’ll have us take the dive
for the world’s sake.
Denting the canvas.
They’ll have us denounce ourselves.
And shamelessly so.
We are hallucinating
about everything
constantly.
we should all be going nuts.
Killing each other off,
brutally.
Raping and looting
town after town.
It seems there is no hope whatsoever
that our imaginings will overcome anything.
This farce of a life
is fully mechanical.
Intricately conceived as it may be
it remains but binary
because we are caught in
a simple vessel operated by cravings.
Literally everything
can go wrong.
And so it does.
A life
mistakenly fabricated and knead
into the pretension
of expressing divinity.
The painfully disfigured simulation
of essence.
The atrocious side-track.
The universal excuse.
The common failure.
All indicators are there
and they keep on swelling.
You will find them
projected into all of us
on a smaller
but more detrimental scale.
That is why we all quickly identify them
as liars
when they try to push it on us.
But like true cowards,
we don’t flinch.
We stay well on track.
Not even dreaming of
contradicting it.
Of speaking against
the allotted importance.
The fight is fixed.
They’ll have us take the dive
for the world’s sake.
Denting the canvas.
They’ll have us denounce ourselves.
And shamelessly so.
We are hallucinating
about everything
constantly.