Whiny,
be the human.
Whiny,
be it's puny,
mind.
For,
complain they do.
Complain,
as they waste,
their life.
Waste,
this anomalistic existence.
Simply due,
to being bitches.
Oh,
how weak.
How,
weak be these,
pointless beings.
How,
weak be these,
which believe that matter,
deeply.
That,
sees not,
their futility.
Sees not,
they need not be.
Need,
not exist.
Die,
today.
Die,
tomorrow.
Die,
within the simplicity,
of each second.
Be there,
no breath present.
Be there,
no you.
No,
me.
Oh,
to die,
forever weak...
©yungb123
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