If you don’t kill yourself, you’re compromised. If you haven’t suicided long ago, you’re complicit. The world has only grown steadily more disgusting. We stink with it, the world. We reek with world. We’re rotting, with the great rotting of the world.
A single shot to the head. A single blow, let it fall, let it fall. A guillotine strike. A blade falling down from the air. Dividing the air. Severing head from neck. Do it quickly! Do it at once! Before we’d even notice!
Living on, instead. Our guilt deepening, instead. Our lying getting worse. And more and more poisoned. More deeply poisoned. Our blood running with nothing but poison.
Always a day after the last day. And a day after that. The end is a lie. Armageddon is a lie. There are no end times. There is no reckoning. There’ll be no Last Judgement.
The roll will not be called. Justice will never be done. The truth won’t out.
No one will hang. No one will stand trial. Things will just go one as they’ve always done. And more and more will drop dead. Die suddenly. Cause unknown …
Set free the truth and nothing happens. The light won’t reach the darkest corners. The secrets will not be exposed. The victims will not be given their due. The murdered will stay murdered. And poison will run in all our veins. And lies will sound from all our mouths.
Work in Progress 