Today I was annoyed by the inconsequences and decided that my complaints are worthless.
I have blathered and foamed hoping that suddenly the universe will appear in my favour.
Alas i know it is fucked but i still bat away dmons.
I no longer assign myself any significance other than my strength to resist.
And i wallow in a sewer of their discards that have no smell.
How does that exist while i proudly wipe the gravel-shit from my arse.
And you are only the paper that wipes my tool
You are only an instruction for my success.
Begone you demons, begone your souls.
Go wherelse but here, you are not welcome
You have a poison that reduces my capacity to care.
But I doubt you will care, but i do.
Be gone demons, be gone reality
I have no care for how you suffer
I have no care for how you bleed
I wonder why you even need to breathe.