The List Goes On...

The list goes on
and names are added
all the time
or omitted
by neglect
or obliviousness

Put an exceptional mind
in the same entity
that holds a decent soul
and the odds are
that the list will find them
or come very close to doing so

Call it the curse of their being
or a symptom of the universe
It's the same in the end

Society is ugly
and jealous
and pathetic
and it's no place
for the brilliant
the beautiful
or anyone
or anything
greater than the
excrement
they'll have to wade through
only to be buried under

How thick do you have to be
to wonder why
Why wouldn't
the prophets abort themselves
the missionaries be sacrificed
the saints succumb to suicide
and the gawds play dead
  all the while

The hypothetical creator
seems most sadistic towards those
that appear closest to its own image

Humanity is a horror show
masquerading as a blundered farce

The bullet is a knight in armor-casing
The blade is a liberating prince
The poison is an antidote
The noose is a welcoming embrace
when you've had a good look
at the friendly things of this earth

As the wind testifies through the trees
that it forces into submission
As the beasts tear the flesh
from the bones that can't hold on
As the sky turns black
and the rivers run red
It's not so much symbolic
as redundant

Life gives up
sooner or later
The more life you see
The more life you live
the sooner it runs out
the sooner it gives in
So it comes down to
living out your death
or letting your life die out

Life is a suicide mission
without any objective
without any opponent
without anything at all
Life is just the time
that death hasn't gotten to yet
as the list goes on