Whistling With the Wind
Never do anything and nothing is done
Never love anyone and no one is loved
Never believe in something and everything is believed
Do I hate life or does life hate me
Do I fear life of does life fear me
Do I hide life or does life hide me
Do I deny life or does life deny me
What is life but an illusion of time
Just seconds of the Age of man
Just a breathe from the nostrils of God
Meaningless for the future was decided
For nothing we do nothing we say
Nothing we believe can change Destiny
It is Finished
Life is hollow empty and broken
We are scavengers on the scabs of life
Boasting in self worth
Preaching in defiance
Mocking our souls
Deveining our spirits
Lingering in our wallow
We evolved into blemishes on the skin of Time
Soon to be scratched away is dust in the wind
We live in our secure graves of fear
Worshiping youth and yearning for gold
Numb our minds hard our hearts
Living as lifeless blobs fed on technology
We died before we are born
Death is bored
Dying is easy and welcomed
Dying is induced
Human race cancers into oblivion
The gates of Eden are rusted and fallen
The Garden is a patch of weeds
Surrounding a dead stump
Whose remnants of bark
Hold a shed snake skin
Whistling with the wind...
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