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What are you Oh mere human With your expiry date And the bag of meat and chemicals You call yourself Once your there Whining and crying A ***** filthy babe In your mother's arms Weak Then phooof Just like that, you're gone You think your life matters What you say? What you think? You think the afternoons mulling over the pretentious thoughts you call "philosophy" are worth it? You think there's a God? You think Love exists? It's all a sick pretention That's all You are a member of the **** sapiens You eat, you excrete You fight, you bite You gnash your teeth You scowl, you growl You punch, you mate You are an animal And the worst thing is, you know it You know all this Yet you try to forget You spend whole days Thinking about the tissue that covers you skeletal frame Is it black? Is it white? Yellow? Acne? The little threads of protein on your skull You love them, you fear losing them You'll **** to have them stay And when they go away, you think That God hates you Pathetic You compare your bag of flesh To those of the others And you grade them Putting some bags over others Thinking them better and some worse Tangled in your own illusive web of pretentions... You long for people to Love you How can they? When they hate their own guts? They try to **** themselves Who they are Then when that works out better than they hoped and they feel even more Unfulfilled and frustrated They **** themselves, physically Live with integrity Love yourself,even if you're an ugly sore for the eyes Even if your breath stinks And your bald head makes the Sun feel ashamed Even if you can't find someone who would love you Live like you want to With the least amount of regrets Unleash the "thing" within you The "thing" that is innocent,calm,loving, serene and alien Do this Because life is short And you'll die soon And no one has come back from the afterlife and told us If they have coffee there So at least, sit quietly and enjoy A nice cup of coffee now and then While you still can...
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
Listen up **** sapiens" aka "Wise Men"
What are you Oh mere human With your expiry date And the bag of meat and chemicals You call yourself Once your there Whining and crying A ***** filthy babe In your mother's arms Weak Then phooof Just like that, you're gone You think your life matters What you say? What you think? You think the afternoons mulling over the pretentious thoughts you call "philosophy" are worth it? You think there's a God? You think Love exists? It's all a sick pretention That's all You are a member of the **** sapiens You eat, you excrete You fight, you bite You gnash your teeth You scowl, you growl You punch, you mate You are an animal And the worst thing is, you know it You know all this Yet you try to forget You spend whole days Thinking about the tissue that covers you skeletal frame Is it black? Is it white? Yellow? Acne? The little threads of protein on your skull You love them, you fear losing them You'll **** to have them stay And when they go away, you think That God hates you Pathetic You compare your bag of flesh To those of the others And you grade them Putting some bags over others Thinking them better and some worse Tangled in your own illusive web of pretentions... You long for people to Love you How can they? When they hate their own guts? They try to **** themselves Who they are Then when that works out better than they hoped and they feel even more Unfulfilled and frustrated They **** themselves, physically Live with integrity Love yourself,even if you're an ugly sore for the eyes Even if your breath stinks And your bald head makes the Sun feel ashamed Even if you can't find someone who would love you Live like you want to With the least amount of regrets Unleash the "thing" within you The "thing" that is innocent,calm,loving, serene and alien Do this Because life is short And you'll die soon And no one has come back from the afterlife and told us If they have coffee there So at least, sit quietly and enjoy A nice cup of coffee now and then While you still can...
It speaks for itself....
WayRestSky
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
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