The End of Days
So, with the Apocalypse nearly an hour a way, I thought I would "resurrect" my LJ
Life is good these days,
Next week I go to Ashland with Kitty,
which is going to rock my sox (literally I hope)
I love Satan yes I do
I love Satan how bout you
Yeah for blasphemy.
A rant of sorts
Our futures are fraught with peril
Like a global stock market
Except it will not be the abstraction of goods and services that will spell our doom
The coming century will feature
economic social political and environmental upheavals
The seas will boil
and smell of the dead will pervade the air
Hold on to your hats children
Its going to be a hell of a ride
We could not have picked a more exciting time to be alive.
We are the witnesses of the decadence of our forebears
who scorn us from the grave
or clouds if you believe fools
Where o where is Superman
Clark Kent is here
But where is his courage, strength
He has been stripped of power
As has our language
By the forces of secularization
I remain Benny Zetetic
The Youngest of the Remaining Skeptics
You have mistakenly scorned death
But he does not forget
He will come some day
I do not fear him
I only fear nonexistence
A state which I have come to know far to well
Life is good these days,
Next week I go to Ashland with Kitty,
which is going to rock my sox (literally I hope)
I love Satan yes I do
I love Satan how bout you
Yeah for blasphemy.
A rant of sorts
Our futures are fraught with peril
Like a global stock market
Except it will not be the abstraction of goods and services that will spell our doom
The coming century will feature
economic social political and environmental upheavals
The seas will boil
and smell of the dead will pervade the air
Hold on to your hats children
Its going to be a hell of a ride
We could not have picked a more exciting time to be alive.
We are the witnesses of the decadence of our forebears
who scorn us from the grave
or clouds if you believe fools
Where o where is Superman
Clark Kent is here
But where is his courage, strength
He has been stripped of power
As has our language
By the forces of secularization
I remain Benny Zetetic
The Youngest of the Remaining Skeptics
You have mistakenly scorned death
But he does not forget
He will come some day
I do not fear him
I only fear nonexistence
A state which I have come to know far to well