What’s the meaning of life? Put that on hold. Let’s start with death…
Death is a magnetic force.
Those whose minds are free face north.
Those whose minds are trapped face south – “broken”.
When death finally pulls into your driveway,
The free ones push it away
And the trapped ones are drawn to it.
The tragedy?
The Reaper rarely claims the right victim.
Those whose lives are consumed;
By depression, by anger, by exclusion – those “broken”
Or by greed, hate, envy, wrath and sloth – those corrupt.
Soon to be consumed also by depression pills,
By consoling, by reassurance, by therapy, by iron bars.
None of it works – they give up.
The tragedy?
Another wasted life.
Those whose lives are happy;
Surrounded by flashy cars, lots of money, houses.
The ones with friends.
Soon to be consumed by the very things they held most dear.
But when the scythe comes down,
It catches the happy ones, not the “broken” ones.
The tragedy?
Another wasted life.
The mind is the most powerful tool we have.
We have ambitions, we have passions.
We have a dream – a plan.
But why dream when our thoughts mean nothing? To be content?
F-u-c-k content. Life is a road that must end in darkness.
While death takes away our minds...
The ultimate tragedy is:
Life harbours nothing and death leads to the same dead end.
The moral of the story?
Life is meaningless. Death is meaningless.
We’re trapped either way…
So you should just enjoy whichever end of the compass you’re forced to point.
Embrace life then embrace death.
Death is a magnetic force.
Those whose minds are free face north.
Those whose minds are trapped face south – “broken”.
When death finally pulls into your driveway,
The free ones push it away
And the trapped ones are drawn to it.
The tragedy?
The Reaper rarely claims the right victim.
Those whose lives are consumed;
By depression, by anger, by exclusion – those “broken”
Or by greed, hate, envy, wrath and sloth – those corrupt.
Soon to be consumed also by depression pills,
By consoling, by reassurance, by therapy, by iron bars.
None of it works – they give up.
The tragedy?
Another wasted life.
Those whose lives are happy;
Surrounded by flashy cars, lots of money, houses.
The ones with friends.
Soon to be consumed by the very things they held most dear.
But when the scythe comes down,
It catches the happy ones, not the “broken” ones.
The tragedy?
Another wasted life.
The mind is the most powerful tool we have.
We have ambitions, we have passions.
We have a dream – a plan.
But why dream when our thoughts mean nothing? To be content?
F-u-c-k content. Life is a road that must end in darkness.
While death takes away our minds...
The ultimate tragedy is:
Life harbours nothing and death leads to the same dead end.
The moral of the story?
Life is meaningless. Death is meaningless.
We’re trapped either way…
So you should just enjoy whichever end of the compass you’re forced to point.
Embrace life then embrace death.