Big Words

Homo-sapiens as a species are a virus
on the face of the [b]Earth[/b].
Their total lack of empathy,
a callous indifference towards suffering,
coupled with a constant animosity toward
one another and the planet suggests
there is a fundamental lack of something essential.
It is a species in dire need of eradication
if the planet is to survive.
The apathy in which they greet their own demise
is appalling.
Finally, I've had enough.
You know, the moment you realize
how futile your life has been
and how grand a plaything your emotions
are to others.
like some fragile trinket
in the hands of a brutal, demon child.
I endeavor to implement my self termination
through the reverberating results of multiple homicide.
I can endure no further incursions
on my mental faculties.
no further impediments to my morale perseverance.
The animus of my mind has compelled me
to extricate the world of cockalorums.
Long before I can accomplish this enterprising ambition,
it is concluded for me in a most violent fashion.
The local authority unleash a cavalcade of tiny projectiles.
I am dispatched, I am labeled deranged, I am buried.
The authorities, the cockalorums, the demon children,
all turn an indifferent eye, and the world moves on.
Conceding to its slow demise.