Chicxulub

 Low
And sinking...
Holding my breath for days...
Humans bring me down...
Hypocrisy and fake smiles...
As the years pass,
I feel less and less motivated,
Less and less able,
To even try to relate...
The nightly news is a nightmare...
Politics is a nightmare...
Religion is a nightmare...
I less and less feel any connection to anyone else...
They judge and judge and judge...
Maybe they have their reasons...
I less and less care...
Empty rooms and empty heads...
Empty thoughts and empty beds...
Cockroaches with exoskeletons on the inside...
Body horror nightmares, gluttonous and autophagic...
Eating themselves alive with their nose in the air...
So proud of their self-destruction that they tithe to it,
Forcing others to bow before their self destruction...
Humans are a cancer, 
I know this thought is clichéd,
But sometimes clichés exist because they just happen to be true...
Maybe there's a turn-around somewhere off in the distant future that can save us from ourselves,
But I don't see it happening...
Probably go out like the dinosaurs if the playback were in slow motion...
Asteroid strike is fairly instantaneous,
Give it a little bit to block out the sun,
Whatever's left gets to mutate into the top of the food chain in a couple million years...
Meanwhile, spasms and hiccups as inbreeding stabilizes populations...
Beauty standards must needs to adjust...
Mutations eventually become evolutionary advantages,
And ultimate success leads to an ultimate dead end...
Do the the ends justify the means?
The sad answer is
That none of it really matters...
What happens, happens...
Morality is a societal masturbation...
Good and evil are just games we play...
The curtains will always eventually close...
Heavy and black like the empty spaces between galaxies racing farther and farther from the center from which they were flung...
The debris cloud from that initial impact flung high into space, 
And the atmosphere on fire,
That's just another day in the life...
Recorded human history is just another mile wide asteroid crushing a planet's ability to maintain equilibrium...
Life is equal to destruction...
Death is just the status quo...
Something that is pre and post life...
The medium that allows us to grow back into it once we found ourselves ejected from it...
Confused and disoriented, trying to find a reason for it,
Inventing gods to explain it,
Before sinking back into it in tidal cosine and sine...
Praise whatever you believe in for giving you life
If that's what gets you through the night...
Who am I to criticize someone else's vain attempt to order a disordered universe?
It's a messy place...
You won't be here for long...
Throngs of adversarial ideas trying to prove they are "the one"...
Me, I'm just a molecule dreaming it was a man...
Just another tiny speck biding time
Before it gets recycled into something else...
Conservation of mass...
Grinding teeth with all the other primates...
Yeah, your energy might not ever die,
But that energy was never solely yours in the first place...
All of time is borrowed time,
And the tax man always takes his due...
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