Echoes
In the
nihilist fight, to win you need to see the end in sight
But that
mindset where pointless is the height curses with blindness of mind
Nothing
but frayed ends ……….. then
You hear
Hendrix playing Foxy Lady and light shines from the abyss
Momentary
bliss for happiness backhands with a diss
Always
fools you because that’s entropy
Adaptive
destruction whether you adhere or attempt to flee
It’s like
self-pity that lonely stinging bee
Leaves
you with pain that nobody cares and you die
But that’s
just the future for do you remember your ancestor?
This
brings us back to the point of existence
A
delicate matter that infuses insistence
Shatters
everything because there’re always doubts
Faith and
reason those opposing louts
Choose or
decide you’ll live with uncertainty
Always
hearing those echoes undermining smug certainty
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