Wine for the executioner

A prologue to a smudged suicide note
found in the pants pocket of a local roué

The consequence of modern life is horror,
revulsion of ourselves, and distraction from it!
The good despise the good and the villains
build civilization anew from the ruins.
Perverted worldview, indeed! Even my friends
are horrific people. They yearn for the earth
which spewed them forth and deny they yearn.
They make me as I hesitantly make them.
They worry only about the money they earn!
Vanity of vanities, that! We look wide
and far for adults and see not a one:
grown cultists, grown dismal scientists,
grown philistines, grown anonymities!

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~ by Jeremy on July 6, 2013.

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