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
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//Blue Poet// (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
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
Hope you dont mind the poetical response but i think about that a lot as well.
Not at all 🙂 very nicely put
Coolio 🙂
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
Amen!
I found this piece funnier than I figured the end of the world would be. I love it.
Happy to hear that 🙂
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