Today's damnation
Today we strive for wealth, our houses had become fortresses against our own neighbours. Today our minds became walls to prevent our friends of becoming our equals. Nobody understand us... the other human being is a threat. We need hundreds thinking the same as us to become correct. I don't know how to resist this kind of hell, this war against my friends. My own race became my enemy! What the fuck? I thought we were fighting against something foreign to us, but "us" is the most foreign thing I came across upon. Were are my equals? My family is here but... why do i percieve it like it's so far from me?...
This fucking crisis i'm on... it's more entangled than anything i've seen before. I've got no family nor friends nor comrades... nothing! I have to live alone, i'm my own enemy because I'm pulling towards my own pillars. My ideals of people are like me, misanthropic beings. People who love a people long ago forgotten, their strife is for something that long ago dissappeared. They are fighting for nothing real, only for the reflection of a long forgotten ideal. The only thing left is the desire for a righteous war, a war against all we're taught to.
Who are we to love? They aren't answering! Who are we to hate? they neither! I just want to scream at you all... CURSES!
But I don't hate you, i just hate the way you value your life! You are about to construct the new environment for the new people to develope! And I just hate the way you're doing it. My decision is to die instead of worsening my homeland, to leave instead of letting my family die out! So don't let me hate you, do me a favour, slay yourself or try to kill me before I become mad at what you're doing with my home sweet home, motherfucker. You won't save yourself while i'm standing, watching your machinery of pity growing generations of ill-fated pseudo-humans... You won't save your wealth in a world containing me and my will to get rid of you, bag of shit, and your second hand evolution.
This fucking crisis i'm on... it's more entangled than anything i've seen before. I've got no family nor friends nor comrades... nothing! I have to live alone, i'm my own enemy because I'm pulling towards my own pillars. My ideals of people are like me, misanthropic beings. People who love a people long ago forgotten, their strife is for something that long ago dissappeared. They are fighting for nothing real, only for the reflection of a long forgotten ideal. The only thing left is the desire for a righteous war, a war against all we're taught to.
Who are we to love? They aren't answering! Who are we to hate? they neither! I just want to scream at you all... CURSES!
But I don't hate you, i just hate the way you value your life! You are about to construct the new environment for the new people to develope! And I just hate the way you're doing it. My decision is to die instead of worsening my homeland, to leave instead of letting my family die out! So don't let me hate you, do me a favour, slay yourself or try to kill me before I become mad at what you're doing with my home sweet home, motherfucker. You won't save yourself while i'm standing, watching your machinery of pity growing generations of ill-fated pseudo-humans... You won't save your wealth in a world containing me and my will to get rid of you, bag of shit, and your second hand evolution.

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