Mad at existence
Why? I don’t know
A perpetual
persistence
To reap what I sow
With the question of
life
Comes the answer of
death
So much alike;
One has breath
Infinite is time,
Space and matter
Knowledge is benign
A thoughtful clatter
The herd of humanity
It’s shepherd a
butcher
Clone the insanity,
And ensure the future
Ideas aren’t real
Outside of the box
Like touch without
feel,
Or time without
clocks
Race to the starting
line
Finish dead last
No time to whine
The future has past
Mad at existence
Why? Now I know
Existence is the
sickness
Within the status quo
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