The End

The End

A Poem by BlueEyedCubTN

The End

What is the point of being alive,


It's all designed to make us cry.


I look around and all I see,


Is people living in misery.

I hope it all ends soon,


Perhaps in a collision with the moon.


Humanity is evil and must be destroyed,


With all of the weapons that have been deployed.

The fat cats have won


The effort is done


Just grab a gun,


Maybe it will be fun.

It's every loser on their own,


Narcissists sit upon the throne.


They don't see that we are real,


Nobody cares how we feel.


Hope is a four letter word,


It is true and I've heard.


It should be treated as profanity,


To trust it is insanity.

Humanity will end once and for all,


We have peaked and now must fall.


The world today is not designed for everyone


It's just left me uncomfortably numb.

We try, they make it so failure is all that's left


The ultimate goal is our destruction

© 2019 BlueEyedCubTN


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Added on October 6, 2019
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BlueEyedCubTN
BlueEyedCubTN

Mesa, AZ



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I live in Phoenix, AZ. I love photography and writing. I often get inspired by the smallest things. Film is very interesting to me. I love sci-fi, historical dramas, and epic adventures. My mind is al.. more..

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