The laughing God descends and destroys Hiroshima, to remind us all of our universal purpose.

(Laughing up my blood and insides, until the Oleander blooms)

Well, here is another day

wishing I felt something
material and warm,

sticking inside my belly.

And it's so much like that, 

except it's made of needles.

And I am crying.

because I cannot help

but laugh at myself.

And no one respects

the laughing God.

But they have never lived 

with that laughter 

in the back of their mind.

That crescendo of chaos,

waiting to tear the world apart.

Hearing that voice, so sweet

and so soft, whispering

 like a needle in the brain.

~~~~Entropy.