I hate when it’s hard to roll out of bed. It sucks when I
philosophically believe in the silver lining of life. So, why aren’t I
more positive? My thoughts start to annoy me, so I begin doing
substances before I even eat. I’m hurting myself in the long run, but I
hurt for other reasons. I’m not better than this life, I suppose.
It’s not a sin to be selfish.
If you say I deserve better, you miss the point. I don’t even believe in good or evil anymore. There is no such thing as better–it’s the biggest lie of society. We’re burning our planet to the ground, we can’t afford innocence. I can feel the corruption coursing through my intent. I will burn it all to the ground too, then. If only to feel something.
It’s not a sin to be selfish.
It’s fun to disarm people with the truth. As children of sin, we’re expected to deceive. We’re expected to do everything in our power to gain more power. It’s the magic of the mundane. In the end, it really is easier to face the music. Rejection for being true stings, but it doesn’t ache like longing to belong. Even a sad tune is pulchritudinous in its purity.
It’s not a sin to be selfish.
People often use religion to give their life meaning when they’re alone. I’m using it to strip my life of any meaning, because I am tired of limiting myself for honour. There are bigger fish to fry than my insecurity. Art is the key to immortality if we ever had one. Live by the pen if only to die by the pen.
It’s not a sin to be selfish.
It’s not a sin to be selfish.
If you say I deserve better, you miss the point. I don’t even believe in good or evil anymore. There is no such thing as better–it’s the biggest lie of society. We’re burning our planet to the ground, we can’t afford innocence. I can feel the corruption coursing through my intent. I will burn it all to the ground too, then. If only to feel something.
It’s not a sin to be selfish.
It’s fun to disarm people with the truth. As children of sin, we’re expected to deceive. We’re expected to do everything in our power to gain more power. It’s the magic of the mundane. In the end, it really is easier to face the music. Rejection for being true stings, but it doesn’t ache like longing to belong. Even a sad tune is pulchritudinous in its purity.
It’s not a sin to be selfish.
People often use religion to give their life meaning when they’re alone. I’m using it to strip my life of any meaning, because I am tired of limiting myself for honour. There are bigger fish to fry than my insecurity. Art is the key to immortality if we ever had one. Live by the pen if only to die by the pen.
It’s not a sin to be selfish.
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