Am I the Only One That Hopes For Nuclear War

Architect of an archetype patterns made of missing pauses Shapes that form unformed shapes and lies that never hold their heads in shame The world a distraction from the vapid interaction Past present and future not linear but coexistence The triple Decker bus that wraps itself around our lives Reality bubbles sworn my path no large red buttons never to be pressed have missed my fingers caress all the lines lie dormant in my shadow Fearful of the time without fear Just a thought mid verse am i the only one that hopes for nuclear war to see if i get superpowers My preamble was a ramble And my point the futility of the futile and the sickness of this universe bile Your human race makes me smile