No longer do I worry about the weary and downtrodden,
For whom “salvation” and “liberation”
Are just ways to achieve the domination of others.
I don’t condemn their blunders,
Nor do I curse their intentions;
I just don’t even care, anymore,
And I’ll gladly leave them their murders-out-of-love.
All I want now
Is one final hour
With paper and pen
To write my obituary,
And be damned with all the rest.
I was hesitant to write this because I generally don’t like to put out cynical stuff. However, I think it can be cathartic to read these nihilistic thoughts that modern life sometimes brings to the fore, so I decided to share it.