A paper on the ground…
makes things proufound
If you look up deep and read
Sinking and drinking..
What is invincible is not true at all
Whatever happens…happens to somebody
But nobody is connected
It is all randomness…all the love, pain, and friendship…is all dice rolled by a careless player
God is probably BAD AT POKER…he wanted to lose!
When he could no longer save his neck...he turned us in.
God! Take me from me!
When things went HIS way…he messed it up! Remember the snake?
Then he turned to us with existentialism…about to die…dead.
Nietszche bore the brunt of declaration
Camus and Sartre brought balms
Borges and Tolkein made worlds.
This world would be a god’s disaster if the writers hadn’t taken over
I am no man of Faith in no faith
But god messed up…giddy giddy giddy
He messed up good…
Now we are redoing work
We are going from a camel to a lion to a kid…
We are not snowflakes, we are not god’s children
We are god’s lab rats…and god failed his exams!!!
We are now fools to play god and save ourselves.
In the words of Larkin
Get out as soon as you can and have no kids yourself.
Or rusty’s idea of….