The party at the end of the world

Blue Poet

When there's no future and no need to plan for it
When we finally finish the rape of this planet 
When we get that ever so needed essential shock 
When there's last 24 hours on the existential clock

 

What will you do
Do you even have a clue 
Whether the fact that there is no tommorow
Will ease or increase your sorrow

 

Will you beg for help of strangers 
Or from imaginary god
Can't you see that it was him
Who made us so weak and soft

 

That is of course if we say
That it really was him who
Set in motion all of this
Fucking shit show

 

In his eyes i am a sinner
Yet my conscience is pure
And essentially white
Like a colombian blow 

 

Or maybe i am lying 
And it's full of holes and black
Like my lungs from looking for the truth 
At the bottom of cigarette pack

 

But remember
There's only one day 
And one night left 
Have you said everything you thought necessary to be said 

 

And if not
Would it even matter
When everything is ending
One way or the other 

 

And who would even care
About your empty chatter
When there's no time to spare
No need to flatter 

 

And if you were one of those people
Who's only prophet 
Is their finacial gain 
Their profit 

 

Then i ask you 
What will you do with these now useless pieces of paper
To you it might be sad but to me it is really funny
That there is nothing you can buy for your money 

 

And as for me
And the state of mind that i am in 
At the end of the world 
The only sensible thing to do is heroin

 

Without consequences 
With everything ending soon
There's no reason why i shouldn't go out
With a boom 


 The golden brown destroyer of worlds
Without a single world to destroy 
At the end of time forbidan fruit turns to harmless toy 
It's plain as that when there's no aftermath

 

And the only thing i would hope for
Is someone with whom i could share the needl 
Because if the world was made for two
Then his end is surly too  

 
  

  • Author: //Blue Poet// (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2021 04:42
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Comments3

  • Saxon Crow

    I'd sit at peace and smile,
    knowing that the world will be alright
    This virus this plague will be finally cured
    The true Nature of humanity finalky restored
    And those that are left, the lucky few
    Will find Eden reborn, alive and new

    • Saxon Crow

      Hope you dont mind the poetical response but i think about that a lot as well.

      • Blue Poet

        Not at all 🙂 very nicely put

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      • dusk arising

        Whatever will be
        is beyond you and me
        and if those questions which arise
        place tears in your eyes
        theres a finer place ones mind could be
        let it be, let it be, let it be

      • Mr. Nigma

        I found this piece funnier than I figured the end of the world would be. I love it.

        • Blue Poet

          Happy to hear that 🙂



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