(no subject)
i am ready to join in the political revolutions
under the guise of society.
i shall join the ranks of countless mindcontrolled citizens.
we shall think the same, talk the same, dress the same.
no one is different and no one feels pain.
our emotions are slowly dying.
to progress! we'll say,
and we'll suck you in,
your vulnerable siblings and warp them into a mindset unrecognisable
you will be like me
every one of you
you won't know we're the same.
people will forget the individual
and replace it with society
yes, i want to join a revolution doomed to fail
we'll be in all the textbooks
our photos of our last moments
with our necks in nooses.
the progressives will kill us.
every one of us.
why should they do that so?
what need is there to kill us,
our actions will kill us in due time.
the snake will coil up and sink its fangs into itself
its flesh,
us, its people.
you shall drip and burn like acidic text
yet the diary of us shall not by burned by poison.
our knowledge is our poison
we will read ourselves silly.
into a delerium brought on by overanalysis.
we'll argue legalities until we erect circles of morality.
everlong will we roam the arguments and never reach a conclusion.
your parents may shun us,
but in a hundred years,
your childrens' children will find this diary,
though the snake bit in to it long ago,
they'll read it.
revive us.
we will be immortal,
through the continuous, indirect suicides of ideology shall we be made eternal.
rejected in our time, we shall reign in a later time.
the common man can not devote the time for a betterment which he will never see.
within his life, he will never see hunger driven out of his city,
so he feasts himself to an early death.
he'll fuck his way to impotence before he sees sex modified.
shall it be erased? shall it be enhanced?
it shall be decided.
currently, the two personas rage within me:
compassion v. utilitarian
compassionate Raskolnikov v. Utilitarian Raskolnikov
What you have taught me, Mr. Applegate, I shall not forget in death.
What you have taught me, Mr. Applegate, I have perversed..it shall be the cause of my death.
under the guise of society.
i shall join the ranks of countless mindcontrolled citizens.
we shall think the same, talk the same, dress the same.
no one is different and no one feels pain.
our emotions are slowly dying.
to progress! we'll say,
and we'll suck you in,
your vulnerable siblings and warp them into a mindset unrecognisable
you will be like me
every one of you
you won't know we're the same.
people will forget the individual
and replace it with society
yes, i want to join a revolution doomed to fail
we'll be in all the textbooks
our photos of our last moments
with our necks in nooses.
the progressives will kill us.
every one of us.
why should they do that so?
what need is there to kill us,
our actions will kill us in due time.
the snake will coil up and sink its fangs into itself
its flesh,
us, its people.
you shall drip and burn like acidic text
yet the diary of us shall not by burned by poison.
our knowledge is our poison
we will read ourselves silly.
into a delerium brought on by overanalysis.
we'll argue legalities until we erect circles of morality.
everlong will we roam the arguments and never reach a conclusion.
your parents may shun us,
but in a hundred years,
your childrens' children will find this diary,
though the snake bit in to it long ago,
they'll read it.
revive us.
we will be immortal,
through the continuous, indirect suicides of ideology shall we be made eternal.
rejected in our time, we shall reign in a later time.
the common man can not devote the time for a betterment which he will never see.
within his life, he will never see hunger driven out of his city,
so he feasts himself to an early death.
he'll fuck his way to impotence before he sees sex modified.
shall it be erased? shall it be enhanced?
it shall be decided.
currently, the two personas rage within me:
compassion v. utilitarian
compassionate Raskolnikov v. Utilitarian Raskolnikov
What you have taught me, Mr. Applegate, I shall not forget in death.
What you have taught me, Mr. Applegate, I have perversed..it shall be the cause of my death.