To those who are interested in reading the poem; The Monolith Putrid, Rotting, and writhing in mold. A life not worth living, in this world so cold. Common sense now a rarity and idiocy a commodity. We’ve all gone mad in our man made odyssey. How has it all become so wrong? A society raped by false ideas, where no one gets along. The line between human and beast now disfigured beyond recognition. Self inflicted murder from our misguided earthly mission. We are but wolves, feasting on the corpse of the human condition. Nothing left but anger and hate, no one shall be left to propagate. Moving ever closer to our fate, nothing left to do except annihilate. Amongst the global genocide, I cry out for regicide. Our final evolutionary form, homicidal monsters committing unintentional suicide. Ah, the beautiful death of an era. The spawning of a new purgatory, unfit for anyone except ourselves. Cancerous, grotesque, disgusting beings we’ve become. Living and breathing on greed & wealth, to which our minds have succumb. Thriving on destruction, and breeding hypocrisy, we will and must be stopped. In your final moments, regret rears its hideous head, as you stare at the hell you have created, just before you lay dead. This is the uroboros, the violent nature of mankind. Towering tall above the dilapidated heaps, The Monolith stands, watching as humanity weeps. A physical monument to our failure as a species. We are but simple specks of matter, awaiting to be deceased.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 23:36:12 +0000
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