Existential
Where are we to go if there is no true
home?
where do we look
when knowledge has so many forms?
oh Beelzebub, oh Lord, oh books and art!
you all have contradicting intelligence,
intelligent nonetheless.
How are we to absorb information,
when emotions from the whirlwind heart of culture
and consideration
cloud the vacuum mind?
Why are we expected to upkeep a dying planet?
What difference does it make
if our children are never born?
Why do we want so badly to continue
this species of disaster?
We only produce, prolong, and provide
pre-made destruction.
What is this life we live?
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