My thoughts at my friends wedding.

Tue, 06/20/2017 - 23:07 -- Neftee

At the end of all things.
There is a grand scheme.
No body gets to be happy.
If you are, you bought the lie.
Take your poison, choose the flavor.
Each shot will kill you none the less.
The people get married,
The people get jobs,
The people make friends,
And love.
But nobody is free.
Go play the game.
You'll see.
But do not be surprized when it fails.
All things fail.
It's all artificial.
It's all just a game.
A mockery of life.
Every person is just a pawn.
And most aren't even that.
Have fun.
Good luck.


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