OK, here's that poem I promised ya'll. Sorry, but I really can't write [good] poetry. sweatdrop
Musings Between God and Man
Great Babylon
will fall -
Sin will be its demise
lack of morality and common sense
brought on by feigned intelligence.
Predestination.
Tightly pulled strings
and I am the puppeteer.
Great Babylon
will fall -
So if the writer was predestined to write,
then the beginning was meant to end.
There is no such thing as
"the meaning of life."
There is no purpose to meager living
and I have no reason to write...
Great Babylon
will fall -
There is no glory
in suicide.
But I see no such fame residing in life.
Please, tell me the purpose fo living
and I'll hand you my heart on a silver platter.
"Would you like some tea with that sugar?"
Your words are sweet and few,
but like sugar-coated pills,
there is no true effect.
And those brainwashed drones
will take your spoonful of sugar
and let the medicine go down.
Great Babylon
will fall -
You forgot to pay the pied piper
and now the rats are coming
to defile the city.
"What comes around..."
Does not come back
in your sickly twisted world
of false truths
and ignorance.
[You never get what's coming for you]
SO if you don't mind,
I'll take my medicine and my karma,
and ask for nothing.
Except for a gun
with a single bullet.
Great Babylon
will fall -
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