This life is not a gift,
its a punishment from the Creator
While evil beings shape-shift,
Doctor death kills with a ventilator
Man made disease and viruses plague,
as the war machine preps for mass killing
Science creating the artificial egg,
while recoding the DNA of the unwilling
Murdering and eating is a recipe for survival,
that’s the basis for life in this place
Booze and drugs become a spiritual revival,
for the pills kill you at a faster pace
Good memories become a lifetime of pain,
because EVERYTHING dies in the end
Is anyone in this life really sane,
or are we all just playing pretend
Blissful ignorance dominates the mind-set,
words over actions has become a Human’s definition
Thoughts have become a dangerous threat,
while getting HIV has become a competition
Random violence is the new civility,
being a manchild hermit has become a safe space
How much longer can I take the instability,
please get this world OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE!
By: Ghost
What’s the point of living today?
If the world may end another day?
If boomers could show up to work on Sunday,
Maybe people wouldn’t be angry on Monday.
Really good poem Ghost. I think it’s your best one yet.
Yea I wont lie, that was actually quite good. The fourth stanza was my favourite.
Explains everything going on in the world today in a nutshell. A very SMALL nutshell…
You better be back on Sunday, laze-ler
Come on, Doomler. Cheer up man. The world may be going to shit, but lifes good. Even though I agree that trying to bring attention to important issues is a noble cause, that doesnt change the fact, that tens of thousands of innocent people go missing in our national parks every year.