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If technology failed us utterly, millions of man hours have been wasted. This was a sobering thought until I remembered all the millions of man hours wasted on utterly useless and non-constructive purposes. Then I remembered all the millions of lives simply destroyed over petty squabbles, and I was sobered again.

Fuck it, I’m becoming a nihilist.

tree of fire
sprouting from the flesh
tree of life
foster the death
sapling hungers
shaman yearns
explosion renders
the sky undone

west and won
by the road
elves surrender
mountain churns
static wonder
river in sun
melted tunnel
fastwoven god

city simmers
bludgeon and gun
city teems
panic and burn
glitter and lies
children and sin
felted horror
nickel and dime

festooned with light
bubble and flow
teams of anger
froth and strain
pressure hinders
energy unleashed
heated tender
earthen yield

shoots and kindling
ended, done
eyes surrounded
burning king
blissful candid
sickly strand
wasted, forgotten
covet and greed

the beats of my mind are moving my bones to the tomes of forgotten poets
lost homes and paddywagons gone out
where in hell is the hell that I was promised is it here now or later gone 
why did it leave where is heaven
is it a place or is it a mindset
like santa clause
fat fuck with coal and bicycles
never anything good because
your parents dont love you just like they don’t love themselves 
because they come from broken homes and
broken dollars wound round their ankles like some sort of noose of nothing

why would god create such a beautiful tragic hellhole as earth
if he is there
if there is some sort of all knowing all powerful merciful faggot
why doesn’t he step in and stop some of this shit
cancer or aids
can’t he take time out
to stop
kids from starving to death
people setting dogs on fire

where are all the people
who said they were going to fucking do something
to help the world out
where are the poets
when the shells start pouring
where are the singers
when the fire starts burning

Atheism has a stigma attached to it; that somehow because there are no gods that there is no warmth to our existence, that there are no connective threads that bind us all. This idea belies the beauty of the reality we live in. We are, each and every one of us, echoes of the big bang. Particles reverberating the magnificent processes that underpin our universe. We are all made of matter that was once one. Spat out, recombined, heated and cooled, annihilated and reconnected. We are cosmic brethren. We all share the in the same plight. Our struggle is the struggle of all. Our joy is the joy of all. Social schism is utterly insignificant when viewed on a universal scale. We are all humans, we are all life.