in a dark corner of this unholy earth
there was a silhouette bound to its fate
deformed and defaced
a strong thought came to them
so strong it demanded to be written or typed
they have always wanted to disappear
the world never failed to convince them
signs multiply
the futility of it all
not only one decade, nor two, nor three
funny enough the same story repeats itself
like a mirror, a clear lake surface
a reflection, a message, a calling
there is nothing for them here
they have seen everything
the only thing making sense is the catalist for leaving
poor thing, the homosapian, never was asked if they were interested in partaking in this prank called conscioussness
there is nothing
no genius no extra ordinary, it is a mind trick, a memory trick, we are in truth selfless
a machine with the same running code
stimulated chemicaly to manufacture a false belief, a false narrative
that is the only way the brain was able to evolve, to sustain us
why would a thinking animal wanna stay here
only the ones who think there is something else or they are someone else…
disappear
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