Planet Suicide

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I now dub thee Planet Suicide R3.
The third rock from the Sun.
The depressingly black and blue one.
The colors that represent; spiritually-inspiring,
Shapeshifting-elements-towards-death.

Let's open up this blocked communication,
Of this color hue,
And allow lifeforms "free-will" to destroy themselves.
Allow us to openly communicate how to die,
Slow suicide, quick triggers, adventures of death.

Give us weapons and war,
Let us challenge our fate.
Give us cigarettes,
Let us die slowly.
Give us love,
Let us kill each other for being hurt.

Scar us, bruise us, batter us,
Pollute us and global warm us.

Give us governments and courts,
To further corrupt, confuse, and depress.
Give us money,
To live and die in pride and segregate.
Give us different color races,
To compete, hate, control, and fight.

Raise us accepting violence and lies,
Publisize, desensitize, read, write, sell it and sing it.
Create religions to teach a doomsday.
Create a perfect being,
Then kill him.
Slowly, torturous,
To symbolize,
Innocence has a price to pay.

Give us strength and weakness,
Pull the trigger now or die in misery.
Give us hate and emotions,
To let us feel miserable about ourselves.
Give us ignorance of why we exist,
To feel a purpose, a longing.

Evolve us from illiterate sentients,
To ignorant judgmental sentients.
Evolve us from the sea to apes to humans,
To mass societies who think they know everything.

Give us psychiatrists and psychologists,
To make an attempt to feel comfortable.
Give us doctors,
To ensure we're healthy in misery.
Give us patients,
To be depressed with our medications.
Give us all a yearning for serenity,
And never give it to us.

Create us to feel like we gotta get out,
That the world makes no sense.
Fear one day,
Happy the next.
Have us love not, this confusion.

Allow us to see souls wandering,
Trying to adapt.
Make some believe they understand,
And others accepting they don't.
Let us hate not, that we're not alone.

Allow habits to be maintained,
With small simple change,
To make us feel improvement.
But the rule is,
The more things evolve, change,
The more they stay the same.

Lastly, allow us to know good,
See it, taste it,
But never allow its complete fruition.

Set it forth,
Begin it movement.
Let us die,
In whichever way suits us best.
To complicate matters we'll call it "Earth",
To deceive its future inhabitants.
Punch it out into the universe,
To live up to its black and blue bruised reputation.
It's slogan: come here, you will die somehow-someway.

c. 2007

 

awesome poem

 

I love this!

 

I love it

 

Really, really intense.

 

Like a lot of your stuff, I need to print it out so I can read it at leisure and take it all in. But, initial impressions, I really like it. Well thought out and well put together.

Good Work!

Peace,
Aidan

 

thanks all for the input/replies, I really appreciate it.

 

I loved it 199%

great job man