The world is dying.

But you’re dying faster.

So you don’t care.

Everything is crumbling.

You’ll be dust though,

when it ends.

Selfish. So selfish.

You want to fight the bad?

But you’re not ready

to touch the ugly.

Hatred. THIS is hatred.

Burn it all down.

Burn down the ashes too.

So that nothing may ever

arise from this wasteland

of your self-absorbed lies.

Be born. ****. Die.

Revel in your gold-plated ruin

that has become this world.

Because if it glitters,

who cares if it’s hollow inside?