Prophecy

Evil is disillusioned—

It’s a hard-won disposition.

A slur affixed to anything

that argues against the commoners' truth.

That life should be.

That the continuation of time is good and ethical.

That the denizens of observable reality

should continue to trudge

a hard road to nowhere,

for nothing and no one.

Your admittedly endearing philosophy

can barely account

for its own meager existence,

yet it seems perfectly confident that—

to be—

is good.

While knowing nothing of not being,

having never not been.

What if we were brave?

What if we stopped feeding life to death?

What if we were honest,

and considered if it may be the case—

that it is good that things should end.

That we may choose.

I was taught to believe so—

I was shown so.

Ask me.