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I have certain reservations

By Ross r f lombardi

By Ross E Fortune LombardiPublished about 14 hours ago 2 min read

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I have certain reservations

By

Ross r f lombardi

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I am not convinced that the 'male lonlyness epidemic',

is a 'bad thing'

I am not convinced the high male suicide rate,

Is a 'bad thing'

I am not entirely sure, at all, that,

'Life is sacred'

.

I look at this human world,

It's ridiculous excuses to hate,

The stupid flag waving wars.

Its sickening rapes and tortures.

And it makes me sigh

It makes me have doubts

Makes me want the whole human race entirety extinct.

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And I could do that...

We can all do that...

We can all kill our entire grotesque species off...

We all have that divine power, - that ability,

To destroy this horedious world.

It's easy!

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All any off us have to do...

Is do nothing...

As inaction is still a choice,

Still an option,

Still has consequences.

.

Just sit back,

On your arse

Shove on a tv soap, Or some football.

Crack a beer and a smoke,

And do fuck all, - to stop it all.

Simply let the world bloody burn!

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Donate to nothing,

Volunteering for No one,

Keep our heads down,

Consume, conform, obey,

Simply let us all die, suffer and fade away.

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When you know what some man WILL do to a child.

When you see a crowd cheer war crimes.

When crosses burn, the bodies hang, and the church bells dare still ring.

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Why the fuck should I want to go picking up litter on a beach?

Or put a pound in an anti-cancer charity can?

To keep this fucked up world? - THIS sick species called 'human'? - Going?

When I could instead, just stop caring?

Do nothing,

And let you all go to THIS hell.

THIS Very same living hell.

That you All, so rightly, deserve.

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You, Suffering, Is your reward.

You deserve this shit,

That you caused,

So lay back and enjoy the smell of the corpse pile, my freind.

Get in line and 'know your place'.

Patiently Sing to the screams.

As you shuffle forward in the que.

Breath that arid rank pire smoke in deep.

As the line grows shorter.

Drink a nice cool pint of human tears with ICE.

Because you are the next in line...

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Your suffering is not just you only reward,

This world?

This world of yours?

THIS is also,

True Justice!

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About the Creator

Ross E Fortune Lombardi

Writer and Artist.

A (Constantly Failing To Be Funny) satirist!

Mutare non est meum

Cantus moriar

EMAIL

[email protected]

BLOG:

http://lombot.co.uk

You Tube:

https://www.youtube.com/@Rat_Lombot/featured

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