A Failed Species

I have become an essence of such infantile.. and am struck overwhelmingly benumbed.

I once believed to understand the routine, the purpose, the circle of life. Arrogantly living my way seemingly having all the answers… much like all these beings do.

As I shed the conditioning and lies of my raising and falsified rebellion of the status quo… I now can’t seem to find any of them at all… and none of this nothingness is real.

Neither the insurgents nor the compliant walk the path of truth. They’re only fooling themselves with such ego, such dense pride. Preaching their forged personas poisoned by indoctrination.

There isn’t a soul wandering this earth with a single clue. We are all the damned and the addled. Willing to kill for our own lies. Willing to stay blind to ourselves and yet stridently expose either friend or foe.

Experiencing this realm through this lens, I see no point, no worth, nor desire. We do not find hell, we are not in hell.. we are hell.