The Misanthropist Steps Up To The Podium There are no good guys anymore. We are all wearing black hats; plotting each others doom, stabbing each other in the back. While our opponents bleed out we hypocritically weep at our own victimhood. Ants who fancy themselves self worshipping gods scuttling across the floor - not perceiving the giant foot about to fall; always small, always causalities victim, always a casualty in someone else’s war - pathetic. I see you out there, spineless narcissists. Your weakness sickens me and I wish I could be the one to end each and every one of you. You - who are bloated with your own sense of self-importance, but unwilling to take even the smallest steps towards meaning anything. You are nothing. You think your special, but all I see are the dull listless wet cow eyes of someone unwilling to fight against their own slaughter. Even a sheep runs in a hopeless attempt to survive the predatory attack of wolves. You are not special, you are the same recycled excrement as everyone and everything else. You do not deserve your own existence. By the time the barbarians even had the chance to threaten the gates of Rome that civilization had already died of a rotting infestation of bloated debauchery right down to its bones. Our civilization is likewise a corpse laying on a cooling board in some funeral home with fake noxious flowery perfume to cover the smell of our decay. Does it really matter who our barbarians are? Human beings dont evolve, our whole notion of progress is building and then climbing a hill of corpses to get to the sun. A sun that hates us, a god that hates us, nature hates us - we hate us. I do not want to be useful to this society, I do not want to be a brick in a building whose mortar is the sickening slime of pestilences decay. When it all comes crashing down, when it all burns, I will be the one to dance in its ashes, to laugh maniacally and stomp my feet in all of your ashes, to drink blood and spit fire at the end of all things. I am a soldier for despair - and hatred. What else is there to be when we have raped and murdered hope.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 02:18:26 +0000
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