Wednesday, March 31, 2004

Treefingers

You can't think outside the box
When what you're thinking outside
the box
Is being thought inside the box
And is contemplated in the box

My past is my future,
my future is the past;
they all are the same,
they all are the same
to me.

Still stuck
in this box
still stuck
in this box
And no one, nothing
can pull me out.

I won't let them
I won't let you.

It is useless
it has no bearing
it will only
destroy a part
of me.

We're meant to be in the box
and the box gives us life.

It gives us
life.

I am childilsh;
we are all childish
deep at heart.
Some block it
drain it
strain it
bleed it
all to destroy their heart.

When they don't realize
The heart
that feels
that is not numb
that is not dumbed
and bruised
is the heart
of a child.

Children are such
fools.

When I look at a child
I see their ignorance
and I am jealous.
When I look at a child
and I see their happiness
I am jealous.

And I feel pity
for them
because one day

One day
A hand
will rip
out
their
hearts.
Make them bleed
Make
them
bleed.

The machine.
Will make.
Them.
Bleed.

Their hearts
torn out
Their feelings
numb.
Dumb.

The injury sustained
And the need for
an iron lung
to mend the scar
festering a
new heart.

My past is my future;
my future is my past.
There is no future left
at all.
There was no future
ever left
at all.

The mistakes of the past:
the history
Will repeat itself over
in monotonous mundanes
Will repeat itself over
in ill-gotten gains
Will repeat itself over
Repeat
Itself
Over
Repeat itself over

We are all suffering slaves.

We are all
suffering
slaves.

Suffering slaves
given the promise
of eternal life
in heaven.

There is no heaven
there is no God
there is no heaven
there is no hell

There is no God

Earth is heaven
Heaven is hell
Hell is Earth
Heaven is hell

They turned it
into
a deathground
where
we waste
our
lives
learning
Useless information

We learn
Useless information
When
We'll die
no matter what

There is no reason
to be greater
there is no reason
to be better

What you are
as you are born
is what you are
forever.

Built into
you
is how you
will function.

The world only seeks
to strain it,
shape it more,
and give you death.

I will not die for years and years,
but from this time I've died over and
over and over again.
There were no tears.

What has happened
Will happen
Again
What will happen
Has happened
Again

Humans are
flesh-heavy open-ready bleeding beings
Controlled by their bodies,
the machines.
The fate of chains of fate of being.
Humans are
flesh-covered useless-living foolish beings
Controlled by their bodies,
the machines.

I do not question
who I am
because who I am
is what I am
right now.

I do not question
why things are
because why things are
is because they are.

We all carry crosses
Like Jesus Christ
and these crosses:
bruise us
hurt us
prick us
nail us
rust us
labor us

shoulder, claim us

bleed us
feel us
hold us
learn us
teach us
show us

murder, maim us

And when,
at last,
us cowards
have died
our many deaths
There will be
the last.

They will take
our cross
and nail our hands,
arms, feet, legs
into it
And the blood will flow
more than it ever has.

Everyone is
crucified
before they die.

Jesus
Christ
died
for
nothing.

There is no heaven
There is no hell.
The Earth is hell
The Earth is heaven.

We suffer.
We die.
We live.
We cry.

We wonder.
We question
why.
We eat.
We sigh.
We think.
We buy.

We do.
We see.
We grieve.
We try.

We are.
We go.
We show.

We die.
We still die
despite all we are
all we do.

Intelligence will be
our downfall.

The fools are fools,
but a human is the same
as any other human.

Fools.

So be a world child
form a circle
before we all
go under.

Keep it all alive.
This sucking, eating,
dying land.
This sucking, eating,
dying race of man.

Keep it all alive.
This sucking, eating,
waste of time,
waste of plan.

The sucking, eating,
hoarding, selfish,
intelligent, great,
wonderful, useless,
race of man.

Keep them all alive.

One day they die.
All of them.

Each and every one.

And what was, and is,
will be no more.

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