Seven-Point-Seven

*warning note: explicit; may be triggering to some

Made sure to break my back

Made sure to build my walls.

Made sure I wasn’t sick

Or they would make me crawl.

I’m fucking sick and tired

Of dead surgical swarms

I don’t want a switch

implanted in my back anymore.

Keeping me alive for the sake of the game,

I’m not a human, just a tool for humanity’s shame.

Seven-point-seven in your dystopian system,

No soul, no mind, my will to be has burned down with them.

***

I’m fucking sick of the post-apocalyptic,

Congratulations, you’re the crown of the sadistic

I hope your guillotine takes you by surprise

Maybe you’ll learn to see the fear in your eyes.

I’ve slit my empty throat so you could slit your scarred wrist,

Feel free to bleed out any day now like a masochist,

I broke my will and couldn’t find a way to fix it –

So I damned our dying minds in the post-apocalyptic.

***

People blame someone else

for their share of the pain.

And put the suffering of anyone

on Divine blame.

I struggle with my faith,

I may be kind of heretic,

But I’ve got voices screaming in my ear

and down my neck.

***

Manipulated, atrophying, self-consuming minds,

Clogging arteries with hatred for their poisoned kind;

Enemies among infected, friends with parasites –

Feeding infestations watching us with sphacelating eyes.

Take the patients to a still-infected, choking church

The ones supposed to hear are only causing so much hurt.

Self-sufficient people never make it out alive –

Sometimes rapists live when they’re the ones supposed to die.

Damn your showcased songs, and damn your shallow lies,

Damn your pretentious arrogance that weighs us down with pride.

I hope you’re happy now – what the hell did you think you’d find?

The world saw more peace in a criminal they crucified.

***

I’m fucking sick of the post-apocalyptic,

Congratulations, you’re the crown of the sadistic

I hope your guillotine takes you by surprise

Maybe you’ll learn to see the fear in your eyes.

I’ve slit my empty throat so you could slit your scarred wrist,

Feel free to bleed out any day now like a masochist,

I broke my will and couldn’t find a way to fix it –

So I damned our dying minds in the post-apocalyptic.

***

Oh – and – while I’m at it –

Jesus? Turns out He’s right –

He’s the Only One who got it right to begin with.

It’s all the good people who got it wrong

(don’t look at me, Lewis said it first

and you guys seem to like him a lot).

And while we’re on the subject:

Damn the demons too

you got us to fuck ourselves over twice

because you fill in the spaces they left

with more pain than I ever hope to see again (hahahhhahha).

***

Oh, sorry. Did I offend everyone?

I meant to.

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