Betterment of Mankind
Diagnosed and tired.
The torment lends its grace.
The elderly and the crippled.
Understand this embrace.
I’ve done what I could,
but it’s not enough.
The houses derive
and I’ve too much stuff.
There’s no turning back.
I can’t return to that place.
Fuck your optimism!
I’ll return with no haste.
For I am me
The truest of statements.
and I am ugly.
The fact of the matter exists within my smile.
Destroy the world, destroy every continent.
The true nature of me exists as long as I lead by a mile.
Leave it smoldering, I won’t have resent.
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