I don't have much to say today
looking around ambiguitiously, always observing
Kind of quiet inside
That does not happen very often
Solid confines of gray, pink hued humanity
I have no guilt, no conscious plague of mortality
For when it's all over
When the lights come for you, and you
And you...
I am going to be here
Swiggin gut rot brew
Preaching to any who will listen about how it will all go down
This is the end
No ancient calendar markings deciphered
Or genesis verse will prepare us all for what wheels have been
Turning towards
Soilant Green on a black and white television
Redundant
We are already eating ourselves
Un-identifiable meat bi-products with purpose
Poison
This is the end
Strangled and suffocated
Kicking and screaming
God is dead
And so are you