Welcome to apocalypse.
I have been ready for it,
For over a thousand years.
My words have meaning to me.
They are pieces of my soul,
Etchings upon reality itself.
Fuck you.
Fuck your interpretations.
I do not speak prophecy.
I am no messiah.
Merely someone with longsight,
Cursed with pattern recognition,
Good memory.
Maybe I’m not a savant –
Just a disabled kid,
Trying to justify his entire existence,
To a world that wants them dead.
Sometimes I think,
Might be for the best.
The world has no need,
For the different.
This void,
Scars us forever.
This Void, Scars Us Forever.
