Why should I care about any of this shit that proclaims importance in society?
I can't grasp meaning in life.
I can't live a life of sheer spiritual depravity.
In a world sucking life out of the already dead.
I'm not okay.
I can not be.
I feel self-centered and hated by one and all at the carnival.
Why do you live in a universe of propriety and piety?
Lover of the works but not of the love behind them.
The bad that you overlook and brush under the rug,
It lives in your heart and festers your soul.
You smell of ingratitude and condemnation.
Caught like a fish on a hook,
your indecencies wash you ashore of your conscious.
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