War Is the Only Solution to Love ~ Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Nihilism for the hopeless at heart

Nothing...inherently without purpose
in a world without meaning, without hope
how people actively neglect duty
ideology instructs for the worse
lessons on how to passively oppress
institutions arise to offer dope
sick human beings made sicker, beauty
makes the world lopsided, out of balance

false dichotomies, ideas of progress
of success, of redemption make no sense
review the reading material, now

that centuries of racism, how dense
how thick in the head, and how now brown cow
enter history unchecked, look askance

history offers faith in lessons learned
objectively lacking inherent truth
purpose imposed as structure, as a guide
elegant as mathematics, time turned
life into an experiment, a test
endlessly refined in classrooms, the youth
stuck for hours each day, full of false pride
sitting around, chewing the fat, they read

assignments, do their homework, do their best
their best is rarely ever good enough

hopeless at heart, mediocrity strives
eternally to be the greatest, rough
as a five o'clock shadow beard, their lives
read these words and they know, we fail to lead
to make the earth a better place, hearts bleed

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