Against the Church of the Sane

Death

Have we ever really pondered it?

End

Release

Perhaps…

Perhaps weakness…a failing of evolution

Choices made, death in every choice

How many are artificial, how many choices are put forth by liars

Lies to themselves, without knowledge of the lies…

Unable to confront such depths

Beginning to despise…perhaps the One…

Perhaps the All…

Artificial bounds, laced with sweetmeats.

Fuck it…I die soon…

As is their will…

But not my Will…

C’est la vie…