We will all die
and how the nasty phrase declares – alone
may be pathetically without legacy or home
memories to revisit. The fates denying solace
for the chaotic being that strives to be flawless.
But you still try.
For better or for worse you’re running around
searching for mythical joy and divine ground
that will save your wretched, stinking soul
from the lovingly cultivated and smelly hole.
And forever buzzing “why?”
The Hell anyone knows; many would insist
that we’re already there, decaying – hard to resist
such grotesque logic based on attempt to rationalise
the shit-ton of pain you are forced to analyse
and not reaching the sky.
Alas, the words that are fed to masses by prophets
are heavily edited in order to gain the best profit
from the naive lost souls that in truth were never lost
since we are yet to find the saviour or know the cost.
Almost all is a lie.
The grand Universe and insignificant speck of dust
that for some unfathomable reason thinks it can and must
understand the workings of the world and its cause
funny, arrogant larva that doesn’t really matter, because
we will all die.