I couldn't possibly make this up.A Poem by IsolophobeMotivation for misanthropy.Welcome to death, to suicide, to alcoholism To heroin, to divine intervention, To isolophobia, to depravity,
Welcome to sex, to pleasure, to pillage, to molestation, to castration,
Welcome to enculturation, to maturation, To intellectual stagnation, to supressive sedation, To ignored oblivion,
Welcome to education, to punishment, to facilitation of idiocy, to socialization, to indifference, to perpetuated stratification, to bias, to apathy, to peers, to inordinant anger, to unsanctioned attendence,
Welcome to life, to pessimism, to individualism, To war, to solace, to apatheia, to extremities,
Welcome to drugs, to help, to desecration to intolerance, to freedom, to releif, to abhorance, to disdain, to believe, to numb noses, to shivering,
Welcome to civilization, to purposeful perpetuation, to mechanisized infatuation, to violent pacifism, to passive ethnocentrism, to unjust religion, to stillborns, to allocated desire, to unsituated stability, to unnevered pertinence. to the absense of satiation for something permanent.
Please come to this dusty road evading this house. Its not as dry as it looks. God picked me up, blessed me, then dumped my bones.
I wrote this poem staring out...hanging on a window on a hook God left me here to look, I can still hear laughs from his throne © 2009 Isolophobe |
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Added on February 2, 2009 Last Updated on February 2, 2009 AuthorIsolophobeLos Angeles, CAAboutI am an engine. Do add me on facebook, if you're bored or uh want to. more..Writing
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