Those Little Things.
Why is it that my cry’s for help go unanswered? Seriously it’s like I’m pleading my heart out to the deaf, dumb and blind. It switches from Suicide at best to Genocide at the worst. Self inflicted injuries to acts of terrorism… Plots plots plots. I’ve got more plans running through my head than a military general plotting his next attack. And still my cries go unanswered.
I Should be dead. I should be wasted. I should be rotting in a box or settling in an urn… Napalm, thermite, c4. could one man topple a civilized world? could one man take revert humanity back to the dark ages? gun shot wounds exploding out back of victims skulls.
Am I crazy? am I insane? Probably yes. but am i justified?
Every day i hear stories of men beating women, women whoring themselves out to frat houses of drunken idiots. robberies, wars, genocide, matricide, patricide, infanticide. Humanity is chaos wrapped in a civilized authoritarian universe.
Take out hover damn, leave millions in the black. Take out the gas stations and watch the riots unfold. A dusting of napalm across the national forests and we’re all set. dust off the M4’s and watch the death toll rise. The CIA, FBI, US Army, navy, airforce fighting those they swore to protect.
Death is inevitable. “On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero” We could start a revolution, stab the bloated pigs in their ivory towers. watch their blood pour down Capital Hill….
Am i crazy? The definition of it. A slap across the face as those final ICBM’s slam down in New York. as those few surviving passengers land at o’hare or Logan or where ever their final destination is to find a single 50cal turret waiting for them at the terminal.
Justified?