Everything dies.
All go extinct.
That is the name of the game.
Being born and evolving
are not problem solving.
No one and no thing's to blame.
All come and go.
It's only a show.
That it ends is not
a surprise. Or a blow.
That it ends is not
a surprise. Or a blow.
And, like it or not,
there is no plot.
It's just a matter
of “to be or to not?”
(THAT rhetorical question
gave rise to aggression,
poison and swords,
and indiscretion.)
Forget your Scriptures,
lasses and laddies.
Don't waste your breath on
Don't waste your breath on
Magic Sky Daddies,
who, imperceivable and undeceivable,
believers believe achieve unachievable.
I think you will find
if you try to be kind,
you might achieve
some peace of mind.
Anyways, most of it's
just in your head.
(And Curly, “the hero”,
wishes Jud dead.)