Filling Space
Filling space
This enormous white square is taunting me
daring me to fill its pristine quadrangular
with words to soil its surface and after the dead
send it back to the great non-existing world
Illusion called the internet where life has no
meaning the moment the computer is off.
A place so bleak it is the ultimate nothingness
No god or devil would intrude here lest they
Lose sanity and free them from nil and
Know there is no hell or heaven the promise
Betrayed on the altar of the last lie,
Oh, stupid humanity they have to create wars
Something to dies for to give pathetic life
A meaning dying for a meaningless cause this
Is the dream of virtue of remembrance, but
It is the only gift god, and the devil can give
Before night falls.
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