Listen,
Time isn’t mine to choose,
but this life is mine to lose
and no one but I may condemn me for the methods I use.
I’m simply sick of the impending Doom.
That just when we get a taste of it…
the End comes too soon.
Yeah..?
No shit, Get over it.
No one knows what comes or goes.
We’re still owned by time’s physical ebb and flow
and all which we perceive is but a promise
of what we can conceive.
So…
Apocalyptic Dawn? Bring it on!
Suck these masks from our faces,
like a hurricane come and erase all traces.
Give to Earth for swallowing the repentant masses groveling,
we’ve no use for such weakness.
Take the ignorance and poverty and all the worthless places,
we’ve no time to be helpless.
Flood the entitled foundations of our shit shoveling,
we’ve run out of excuses.
We are asses
wasting time and energy, worrying that the End is coming;
creating and spreading insanity blinded by our fatalistic vanity
…all the while forgetting Tuco’s Psalm:
“When you have to shoot, shoot, don’t talk.”
