Inktober #24 - Untitled
Shaking my head...
I don"t want to take a break till I'm dead
I want to see red, and bleed red, and be red, like equals
If nobody gets ahead then we the people
Can be cool, right? Stop with these ridiculous fights.
But I know everybody wants to be a hero,
And to be superior - especially psychos.
And communism only works in theory, just like the bible,
I hear the real thing's dreary.
And yet capitalism doesn't work either
But we're flock animals so we need a leader.
It started with religion and we all turned to believers
Now commerce is new politics, behavioral police ideologies.
And still it doesn't make us freer!
It just feeds our greed, and satiates our egos!
Like that is all we need,
Ergo we the people... it's like we're a -
Biological bomb.
In the hunter age we fought among ourselves,
Some grew strong.
But in the current conquest of the planet,
Other species non-withstanding,
All progress that we manage only progresses our damage!
It seems we'll never learn.
No matter how much we cram in,
to our little heads. Homo Sapiens vanish.
The world would really be better with us dead or banished.
If there is a God... what does he manage?
I don't believe much ism but... maybe Deism...
...
There really is no joy in our ideologies,
All logic is only based on norm and understanding.
Politics are negative. All policies subjective.
What progresses all things regressive is human standing.
Then again... everything is perspective.
Mine is, like Agent Smith said in the Matrix:
That we're a plague! We are the crazies!
We mutilate our home, we terraform until our dome is faceless!
Chase into space in search of ancient races.
Fulfilling our sci-fi dreams. Go back to basics.
Prometheus. The promised deity and day but...
We're so racist.
And I don't mean: against other human beings.
I mean we're a killing machine, killing all these other inferior races, in our faith, even atheists in their race to be self-gratuitous! Like a wraith.
We're a killing machine killing our DREAMS!
What a paradox that is... and still we chase it.
...
I really wish we could change this.
Away with our money. Away with our playthings.
We're bigger than this. We can be great and amazing.
Show the Gods, or ourselves, that we'll grow to be ancient,
To be little micro gods in our nature-rich atrium.
And our discipline is: it CAN be better than:
Just fuck up this world and escape it.
