Fuck the cells of our beginning,
fuck the compliment of your being.
Our primordial bearers fucked
their becoming by the Ancient Lake.
We fucked around a flat circle
as one image fell to another.
Our technologies came and went
as we sprang from ashes into light.
These new lights are blinding;
the distance shrinks but grows.
We now turn a blind eye
but "why?" nobody knows.
Come, my friends.
We can seek other ends.
The Last Man has arrived;
we long since thrived.
Fuck the day
and fuck the night.
Nietzsche has more to say,
and with time, we fuck death away.
About the Creator
Dr Joel LaNacey
I used to be a bunch of atoms but now I'm alive, I guess.
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