Life is purgatory
We spend it trying to mend the broken pieces
Of ourselves, crying out at God to save us
We spend it pretending we aren’t climbing
A social ladder made of trees we cut down
Trying to climb faster than the disaster which
Comes after our footsteps
We chase death through the pinholes of our
Name brand shoes and the shadows on our
Streets lined with empty bottles as hollow as
Our apologies.
Life is conformity disguised by disorderly conduct
It is filled with dishonesty, poverty, while we
Fret over the likes we get on Facebook
We took what looked easiest and flew our
Sorrows into tomorrow while following the man
Who leads us. We breathe easier and our
Heart beats more evenly when the blame is not our own.
There is a pecking order and we cut each other’s
Limbs off to reach the top and receive the glory
In each of our stories we are fighting “boring” by
Chasing our stormy desires
Death will be better, simpler, easier
A release from the beast we call society.
The sound of our trudging feet will cease and
We will be at peace waiting to meet our creator
Our back bones are ashes of laughter and rainforests
We made into furniture.
The only escape from this
World of **** and grime
And crime and time is lying down
And dying.
This is the great mystery of
Life flying high like a kite
And lighting up in flames by
One of our nuclear missiles
Why do we have nuclear power
When we have the human race