To Whom It May Concern

poem by KC writer Joni Wilson aka Amenimity

What makes you think that you're a God?

What makes you think that you can intervene?

Among these f*****g a******s that don't even believe

We're all the same

Pathetic wanderers

Asking why

And no one there to blame

 

F**k all the junk dealers who feel they have a purpose

And f**k the junkies who feel they don't belong

F**k the impatient who whine their whole lives

For we only live just to die

 

And for all of those who want the answers

The questions fall upon those who ask why

After all the world is nothing but black decay

Live to make money is the only way

 

For those who think the world owes you something

For those who think they're better than time

Plastic faces covered in their f*****g lies

 

You'll die without realizing

Nothing is pure

Freedom has died

We want with our eyes

Our souls are unsure

There is no sense to logic

And logic is prime

 

To whom it may concern

The world is nothing but black decay

And all the people that feel there is life after death

Believe only with their eyes

What happened to our souls over time?

All in all we live only to die