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Into Pieces
inevitability washes away all the hopes & dreams, it eliminates all the divisions between us, it pulls us all down to the core meaninglessness of which we were mistakenly birthed, it takes away the value that we naïvely put on this short withering life, it takes the kin, it takes the dog, it takes the bird, it takes the pet fish & all the insects that flew into the abode during the time served, they go to, along with the bacteria, the colds, the flu, the germs of all shapes & sizes---all this melts down to the early components, all emotion & want, all anger & pride, everything that can be fathomed by the little puny pea-sized brains that we strut our stuff with, looking down on each other as if one was better, as if anything “made a difference”---it all comes back in the rotting when we all reduce into pieces, be it dead in the coffin or burnt to ash, flushing out just as quickly as we came in, without an “afterlife” or a “god” to pat us on the back, without scratch n’ sniff stickers or gold stars for a “job well done”--- it all vanishes without the need for made up reason.
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