A god that doesn't exist

Fuck this class and fuck my life.

Music and writing.

I had a drink before noon. Quality entertainment.

Wasted system.

I hate everyone.

Whatever. You've made your choice. Live with it. I will try.

Forgo

Insane and accumulated
A forgiveness and display
We work in ways and lose the moment
I hate you all
Yes
In a bereavement I digress
You shed your skin and I second guess
Place a bet on
Cairo
Helms of mate
More we exchange
Kind words
Of your bath
of your shunning showers
I
Made
you

The exile of gods.

Hearts beat and minds deceive.
Deception is at the heart of everything.
Allow me to stray from riddles.

I have come to the conclusion that a revolution is only worth fighting if the cause is completely just. No gray areas. So lingering question marks.

But nothing is black and white and nothing is clear. Ever.

I witnessed a rebellious mind at work. He called us complacent. A word I have used time and time and time and time and time again. Alas, I am the liberal. I am too young or too uneducated to make these claims in a public forum without being labeled.

I see another witch hunt happening, one not as ignorant as the first. There will be flesh burning. There will be injustice.

Look in the fucking mirror and tell me that I have no substance in my words.

It's terrifying the road we're headed down, head first, no signs of slowing down. We're wasted and confused.

Are we deliberately attempting to overthrow ourselves? Is unity a truly lost idea?
We do not live in a world of exceptionalism. We do not live in a world of lost lust, or an extinction of ideas. However these are not expressed. Thoughts are not appreciated. Which is why I am a lost cause. A wandering artist.

However, calling myself an artist is seemingly egotistic.
But we must have an ego.
We must have an idea.
We must.