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The Grim Reality
There is nothing but bleakness and devastation in the horrid world of ours
Humans are nothing but parasitic worms of destruction
Annihlating everything in our path through war and famine
We are earth’s method of committing suicide destroying the core of everything it stood for
We claim to bear kindness and grace, that our religions contribute to the fortunes of unshakable masses.
We are shambling corpses consumed by hate and violence dreaming new methods of further sealing our demise
There is no god, there is no external almighty power, only the cries of infants and their mothers begging for coin suffering from the plagues of organisms recognizing our own futility
The darkness exists within us all, the capability to tap into our most primal instincts, to fuck, to kill, and to profit.
We extend our own piles filth and decay into towers built on the mangled corpses of those who labored in its construction.
There is no good in this world, nothing pure, nothing innocent.
Society is a construct of human pretentiousness, an excuse to live as murderers and rapists
In the end we are nothing but senseless rodents in a grand universe conspiring against us.
Fame is nothing but the shallow workings of pathetic slobs who choose to believe humans could be greater than themselves
Some claiming themselves to be gods when born into conditions aiding in the accomplishment of their hollow status.
Some are not famous for any discernible reason and simply leach off of public curiosity as the idle masses witnesses gawk at any mindless spectacle in their visage
The Lovecraftian laws of reality will devour the wicked, digesting their spirits within a sea of madness and hysteria. There is no room for thieves, devout in the heinous thoughts and ideologies, they shall dwell within the pits of Hades, slave laborers to their own righteous causes.
History is an endless wave of horrid tragedies entangling themselves within the fallout of previous tragedies.
A spider’s web of eternal pain and suffering, neatly recorded within tiny notebooks detailing the nature of the crime.
The beasts of politics roar in their skyscraper sized pulpits declaring the inferiority of supposed lesser beings, those who with the audacity to experience humble lives never centered on crushing invisible enemies.
Perhaps not all of humanity is evil, perhaps there are those who simply wish to live an ordinary existence.
This writer is not one of those people, this writer chooses to write about the folly of the working man and woman and transgender, and the corruption to which befalls them
Documenting pain and suffering and horror within a rudimentary sketchbook and dismally ineffective computational device.
It has been quite some time since I’ve discussed the horror of everyday society within the confines of a simplistic narrative written to entertain the violent minded individuals which comprise the majority of mainstream society.
It gives me pleasure to indulge in the darkness humanity possesses. I would never choose to carry out the actions dominating my interests.
Humans are nothing but parasitic worms of destruction
Annihlating everything in our path through war and famine
We are earth’s method of committing suicide destroying the core of everything it stood for
We claim to bear kindness and grace, that our religions contribute to the fortunes of unshakable masses.
We are shambling corpses consumed by hate and violence dreaming new methods of further sealing our demise
There is no god, there is no external almighty power, only the cries of infants and their mothers begging for coin suffering from the plagues of organisms recognizing our own futility
The darkness exists within us all, the capability to tap into our most primal instincts, to fuck, to kill, and to profit.
We extend our own piles filth and decay into towers built on the mangled corpses of those who labored in its construction.
There is no good in this world, nothing pure, nothing innocent.
Society is a construct of human pretentiousness, an excuse to live as murderers and rapists
In the end we are nothing but senseless rodents in a grand universe conspiring against us.
Fame is nothing but the shallow workings of pathetic slobs who choose to believe humans could be greater than themselves
Some claiming themselves to be gods when born into conditions aiding in the accomplishment of their hollow status.
Some are not famous for any discernible reason and simply leach off of public curiosity as the idle masses witnesses gawk at any mindless spectacle in their visage
The Lovecraftian laws of reality will devour the wicked, digesting their spirits within a sea of madness and hysteria. There is no room for thieves, devout in the heinous thoughts and ideologies, they shall dwell within the pits of Hades, slave laborers to their own righteous causes.
History is an endless wave of horrid tragedies entangling themselves within the fallout of previous tragedies.
A spider’s web of eternal pain and suffering, neatly recorded within tiny notebooks detailing the nature of the crime.
The beasts of politics roar in their skyscraper sized pulpits declaring the inferiority of supposed lesser beings, those who with the audacity to experience humble lives never centered on crushing invisible enemies.
Perhaps not all of humanity is evil, perhaps there are those who simply wish to live an ordinary existence.
This writer is not one of those people, this writer chooses to write about the folly of the working man and woman and transgender, and the corruption to which befalls them
Documenting pain and suffering and horror within a rudimentary sketchbook and dismally ineffective computational device.
It has been quite some time since I’ve discussed the horror of everyday society within the confines of a simplistic narrative written to entertain the violent minded individuals which comprise the majority of mainstream society.
It gives me pleasure to indulge in the darkness humanity possesses. I would never choose to carry out the actions dominating my interests.
Published 19th Apr 2018
Author's Note
I can't quite recall at what point in my life I wrote this, I think it was at a time when I found myself experimenting a great deal with really dark and morbid artwork. It resulted in this extremely nihilistic poem and I think it represents my style quite well.
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- Edited 13th Sep 2022 5:45pm
19th Apr 2018 6:13am
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19th Apr 2018 6:32am
updated it to a lowercase god.
I wrote this a while back, as in a few years ago but what I believe I meant at the time was a more deist interpretation of god, the reader could interpret that as being any number of gods. it was more or less my attempt to be super nihilistic. I believe my main intent wasn't to bash religion... per se, but more within the realm of what you were indicating, the idea of a divine and loving god that humans were apparently created in the image of contradicts the cruelty that humanity it capable of. On second thought... it kinda bashes religion a bit, but it was only one fraction of what I was trying to say... or at least I think it was only a fraction.
Honestly If I wrote this now, I'd probably write it completely differently to make my idea a little more clear.
Thank you for your critique though. It's much appreciated.
I wrote this a while back, as in a few years ago but what I believe I meant at the time was a more deist interpretation of god, the reader could interpret that as being any number of gods. it was more or less my attempt to be super nihilistic. I believe my main intent wasn't to bash religion... per se, but more within the realm of what you were indicating, the idea of a divine and loving god that humans were apparently created in the image of contradicts the cruelty that humanity it capable of. On second thought... it kinda bashes religion a bit, but it was only one fraction of what I was trying to say... or at least I think it was only a fraction.
Honestly If I wrote this now, I'd probably write it completely differently to make my idea a little more clear.
Thank you for your critique though. It's much appreciated.
19th Apr 2018 6:16am
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- Edited 13th Sep 2022 5:45pm
19th Apr 2018 6:17am
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19th Apr 2018 6:20am
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- Edited 13th Sep 2022 5:45pm
19th Apr 2018 6:24am
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Anonymous
- Edited 13th Sep 2022 5:45pm
19th Apr 2018 6:28am
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19th Apr 2018 6:54am
"We claim to bear kindness and grace, that our religions contribute to the fortunes of unshakable masses."
Like I stated in another reply, I wrote this a while back, so my general outlook on life has, changed... somewhat (still an atheist). I really feel like I brushed upon far too many different sub-topics when I should have narrowed my focus to one. I think my goal more or less was to write a poem that basically serves as a greatest hits of all the horrifying or selfish acts that humanity is capable of. If I simply wrote a poem about the roots of mass Religion being a means to manipulate large subsets of civilians into obeying the will of a powerful central figure (The Pharaoh, The Pope, Various European kings, etc.) that, probably would have been a much stronger poem. Also at that time I thought any belief in a God was foolish and served as evidence of brainwashing committed by corrupt institutions. Whereas I think my anger should have been directed more towards those aforementioned central religious figures who attempt to control the minds of their followers through decrees supposedly given to them via their direct connection to a god or gods.
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