People do not understand, for remorse is meaningless.
In the beginning, there was soil.
This soil became humanity, nevertheless.
To survive, we take the plants, who take from the soil.
We take the animals, who take from the plants, who take from the soil.
When we live, we build structures from the soil.
We settle, kill. We kill others to survive.
We kill other life, plants, harvest them.
We stick together, and kill.
We put the dead corpses on plates,
We arrange them, eat them.
We watch sources of light for entertainment.
We watch others die with fake effects for entertainment.
We transport around for entertainment, making our empty lives full in our vision.
We grow old, and then
We die.
We get murdered, cancer, shot, it's all the same.
Death.
We get buried, return to the ground, become one with the soil.
When we live, we consume, we take the ground and put it in our spoiled mouths.
When we die, we finally become selfless.
Our organic matter feeds the plants.
When we die, we feed the hungry.
When we die, we feed the poor.
When we die, we feed the nobles animals who do not have the privilege of feeling.
We die, we serve.
Life is a cycle.
Selfish life and suffering,
Eternal peace when dead, selfless and feeding the world.
Call me crazy, for I know the truth. |