Dim Sunlight
the supposed wrath of the coming storm brings with it the
dim sunlight of insanity---
idiots
bumbling,
scrambling & tripping over themselves
as if it was all going to
end
(you see, inside they want it to so very badly that it screams at the rest of us a
loud call upon themselves for mass suicide, because they want to join whatever
creator or next life that they think exists, which they believe in so much,
ignoring this only world that really matters)---
but the truth of it all is
you that want the end to come
(so you can give up on all that is actually present)
you that want your prophecies to be fulfilled
(so you can rub all the rest of our faces in your glory)
you flailing irresponsibles waiting on your
eschaton---
better go back to your
drawing board,
because, once again,
your apocalypse has withered away.
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