my monster times five
once kept me alive
my anger times six
then hit us like a ton of bricks
my self loathing times two
killed all of me in you
my regret times seven
is no ******* heaven
my vanity times eleven
will eventually be my armageddon
my kindness times twelve
always ends upon the shelf
my future times my past
always leaves me aghast
my present times my zero
is like my bone without the marrow
my only thing that's real
is really nothing
nothing really, at all

I dislike I despise
The stuffy minds
And the philistines
Wearing virtue signs
Like dressed figurines
In pop social themes
Or faux thoughts and prayers
Displayed on twitter feeds
For their attention needs
All superficial cares
And sophomoric ideologies
Demanding apologies
Like commodities
And all that that implies
I dislike I despise
Those who dramatize
Moralize and jeopardize
Like a line of merchandize
The free human mind
And all that that implies

Imagination inflation's
Causing severe conflict's
Between Belief's
And factual information's

So, God may not be objectively real
But what really does that matter,
If his effects so objectively are?

As the struggle is real
The benefits tangible
And the proof unattainable

What's the point in this argument?

To believe is not errancy
To disbelieve not heresy
Either way as I see it....
Every single thing that's alive
Remains completely extraordinary

Pride with no empathy
Psychopathic and anti-social
A cynic with no morality
Selfish and remorseless
Intelligent without compassion
Successful without apology
A chameleon of all things manipulative
These are the leadership qualities
Of all upper echelons of societies
They always have been, they always will be
Hidden traits integral
To the fast life type of strategies

The human male is poorly designed
***** only almost constantly
(mostly all of the time)
Willing in that name to act absurdly
Addicted to ejecting ***** as a hobby
And almost always after, feeling guilty
Like some *******-animal filthy
Call it post-*** depression...
Sometimes I’d rather be pregnant
(but not really)

Making that cheddar as a gold member
Of the professionally *** hurt brigade

Group thinking for friends
Virtue signaling for dollars
Forcing tears for the camera

It’s all ******* cancer
And counter-productive

All people aren’t idiots
Outside of your bubble
We see that you’re awful

Parasitic and stupid
Opportunistic and ignorant
Dramatic for fake reasons

It’s time to stop the madness
It’s time to be rational
It's time to stop crying wolf
When it's really just puppies

A relationship to some
Is just a game to another
What the narcissist plays
Is not at all what you think it is

When you question yourself
In all your rational self-doubt

To the narcissist then…
You become an instrument to play on
A song called “never good enough”
Written by 'i am never not better'
Produced by 'grandiose delusions'
Distributed by 'your socratic introspection'

It is almost inhuman
This emotional cancer
Incarnate...

What is a relationship to one
Is just a game to the other