Freewrite 4/5 (unfortunately I'm not doing NaPoWriMo

[warzonemonkey]

We live in a cardhouse of doors
Open your heart to empty
Dare to not make sense
Fake-bike through grass
Throw bricks
Even if you live in glass houses
Shake up reality
Pretend fantasy is not a fallacy
Fantasy is not your tomb
these pipeline dreams we drill combust
Into terrorist eyes
I
Am the suicide-bomber
The angel in your dreams
The 40 years you spent
Wandering through the desert
We built from cement
We built from cement
Our homes
And now we have to live them
We are not so fortunate
To build our dreams
Only to blow them up
This cardhouse of doors
We topple on top of ourselves
And each other
Man is an animal
The only difference
Between us and dogs
Are these suicidal tendencies
We attend to
Pretending we know more
Than your average dove
We are not saviors
More like self-proclaimed martyrs
We die
For a cause we think makes sense
Do your dollars and cents make sense?
Does your investment fulfill you?
Or are you merely making more money?
More cash money
We horde
We are pack rats
Packing for an end
That is already here
The end was always here
We
Were always here