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Texty: Million Dead. Other. Plan B.


Honestly,
Why the hell are you standing there,
And what the fuck are you waiting for?
You expectant smile is starting to
Get on my nerves. So tell me now,
If you're such a fucking rationalist,
So ruthlessly atheist,
Why the hell are you a positivist?
It doesn't work. Because honestly,
If you ignore the terminology,
Mainstream political philosophy
Grew out of Christian teleology.
Despite the claims on the packaging,
All the liberals and the communists,
All the people making promises, are
Pigs to the man and their premises are
All the same
Everything is getting worse.
Which hardly comes as a surprise-
No one guaranteed anything else,
So dry your eyes and
Pull yourself together, because
Things will keep on getting worse.
The guys in white will never win, and
I doubt we'll ever heal the world.
But we can begin by
Learning how to deal with
The conflicts that arise between us.
Instead of pretending they'll go away.
It's better to light a candle than to
Fantasize about the sun
Million Dead