jumping_spider

I hate everybody and everything today
tomorrow and the next.
The crystallization of my black mood.
Came about quite suddenly
I shall seek out a gun and a reason.
Like anyone ever really needs one of those.
The world deserves our deaths.
All many billions of our heads.
Planted like trees around the circumference. .
of an O'so quite Earth.
And I would be the last man standing?
Or perhaps the first to die.
When you think about the ways and means.
And when you sit in the mall and watch. . .
the throng about you. . .
It all seems so right. . .
Our single minded path to self destruction.
So consume and multiply. . .
MULTIPLY AND CONSUME.
We will not make it here,
we destroyers of hope and beauty.
We shall become fossils for the future to
wonder at.
Our ruins a monument to foolish blind pride.
and perhaps in the ever after. . .
I shall awaken again under a different star.
And find it has all began again,
and yet this time it will be different?