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.
May your seeds disperse upon naked and
awful winds, horrid winds burning with
the stench of fire and death.