LET ME TELL YOU
(the three reallys)
Now let me tell you something, world -
modern, shit-for-brains world as you are,
intent upon roping yourself into a dead-end
corner facing itself : What you call ease is
really Death. That for which you strive is
really an immense pyre of fire and mortality,
the likes of which you have never really seen.
'
Some say your storybook endings are always
pretty. I do not know, and I do not care. In any
event, whatever they are is a mere mortal's
opinion. I harbor no grudge towards you, or
that - just an immense longing for dispersal.
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May your seeds disperse upon naked and
awful winds, horrid winds burning with
the stench of fire and death.
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