Nihilist
Nihilist
Nihilist say we are here for no reason,
say logic in fact has no chance,
But we are born every season,
to lowlife and better half dance,
no memory of why do we suffer?
No recall of love in the mist,
hanged like the odd Cattle Duffer,
the burn on me neck do insist,
ironic we lack some good reason,
door shut in the well of the mind,
i'm here for what bloody reason,
the past of the path don't unwind?
Don Johnson
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