Once we killed God could Death be far behind?
The very thought gives men pause.
And now we're very busy creating apps
That will allow us to live miserably forever.
The philosopher thought, strolling 'neath Wordsworthian clouds.
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But then, lo! what heard he then?
What voices from some new wilderness
Cried out like a Blake drawing pen?
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Don't humor the rabied beasties
All foaming at the mouth
Don't get bitten
For you'll be smitten
With doggie moonlove for them
With bell-driven Pavlovian phlegm
Crevices filled with yeasties
Love gone south
For the winter; probably West Palm Beach
Where canefield canals are filled with gator teeth
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Once we killed God could Death be far behind?
The very thought gives men pause.
And now we're very busy creating apps
That will allow us to live miserably forever.
To repeat the same mistakes, eternal recurrence,
Amor fati, superman, will to power, but then
Nietzsche's last words were, "Mama, I f*ck up."
For whatever that's worth.
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