An Ode To Deity, Death, Despair and Darkness

Man is s**t on by divinity
Since he lost his virginity

To that much lesser beast
That's how it is at least

Stuck in a simulation
Loaded with degradation

Controlled by a puppet master
Charged with this f*****g disaster

You are the slave, you are the b***h
You don't have the get free wish

You are in hell, the first floor
Below your feet, there are more

All because of a simple sin
We are beings that never win

So count it down, three, two, one
And the deed will be truly done

We are the brown stain
That has circled the drain

We are the forgotten
And the simply rotten

A train wreck on the verge
No wonder we want to purge

Our numbers down to zero
And yet, he is not a hero

The man takes the stand
To do what our psyche demands

We want our extinction
We want that distinction

Because the war god made us so
A Canaanite being, don't you know

And now we have the nukes
And now we are the kooks

In the extraterrestrial minds
Cosmic f**k-ups as defined

The s**t is done being spewed
This line has been reviewed

Onward we march toward death
This is what we know the best

Reviews

[JimmyFlux]

I personally don't have any beliefs in creationism or the book of Genesis, but I do think we're quite immersed in this eyeless stomp of a 'death march' you mention. I can definitely sense an underlying frustration and impatience here. The brief lines about us being 'kooks' with 'nukes' or 'cosmic f**k-ups' to the alien minds is pretty interesting and could make for a poem unto itself. Great opener by the way. Sets it straight from the get-go. Cheers.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A brilliant write Kenneth, wise in what you see............