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I few words from Time.
Time has deciphered
a not so taciturn
image of us
dressed as beasts
and immoral cowards;
we have descended
on a not so well
executed route upwards
and for this
we should experience
the last few decades
of our existence
as we truly
deserve:
Like sickened worms
Perishing to the heat
Of a burning sun
That rightly grows
Intolerant
Or our presence
Beneath it.
a not so taciturn
image of us
dressed as beasts
and immoral cowards;
we have descended
on a not so well
executed route upwards
and for this
we should experience
the last few decades
of our existence
as we truly
deserve:
Like sickened worms
Perishing to the heat
Of a burning sun
That rightly grows
Intolerant
Or our presence
Beneath it.
Published 9th Jan 2010
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10th Jan 2010 12:45pm
You've probably spotted it, and it almost seems patronising to write it down, but it's 'A few words from time.'
Anonymous
10th Jan 2010 4:28pm
The pessimism of these lines is almost choking. A brief sojourn into the farther reaches of nihilism and the indefatigable fact that we really are all nothing.
