Poem #6
'No Point At All'
What's the point?
That's the question for everything.
What's the point in trying.
In continuing.
In living.
Why try when nothing goes right?
When everything is destined to fail.
To crumple.
Break apart during all your pathetic attempts to mend broken pieces.
It's useless, because nothing ever works.
Nothing ever seems to change faith's cruel, unforgiving plans.
So we'll all stop trying.
Stop giving a damn.
And we'll live out faith's punishment for humankind with sad unfulfilled dreams and miserable faces.
Everyday in and out until whatever God up above has pity on our souls and destroys our Earth.
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