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Death to faith in humanity

A rant styled slam poetry piece

By KPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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I don't understand any of it. Not a single person alive makes sense. Our world is convoluted and wretched and we are all okay with some part of it's corruption, myself included. We lie and cheat and steal and give up and hurt others and pity ourselves justifying everything that we do by reminding ourselves of what a terrible past we had. We cry on each others shoulders and then slit each others throats and then sit and pout about it and then come back a week later and pretend it never happened. We bite The hand that feeds us regretting it only when it's too late, we live and laugh and love while we compare our problems to others. We stretch the truth we get away with murder we laugh about it further down the road. We let our pasts haunt us and let our futures be molded by our pasts even though in the present we vow to not let it happen. We make friendships that We want to last 100s of years that really only last 100s of days, and the friends that do last 100s of years hurt each other to the point of no return and still come back looking for a shoulder to cry on about what they did wrong. We make a big deal out of something small and don't give to much attention to the big things, we cut our wrists and fight with our fists and cry in agony and seem to enjoy it. We judge people for things that they have done turning a blind eye to what we have done, we create drama and survive on drama but then claim to despise drama. We love and then we don't and then we love again. We forget those who have helped us most and remember those who have wronged us, forgiving is a fake facade to keep our enemies closer to us, we claim we'd take a bullet for someone but when the time comes we are the one shooting. our minds play tricks on us, we assume and We fight until we don't remember why and then we put down our fists and start drinking again. We are shallow and hateful and selfish, and some of us even hate ourselves for it, but it's a never-ending cycle that doesn't show any signs of stopping...and the worst part about it is even with all the chaos and murder and the backstabbing, we are all still so happy...

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