Existent Poem by Derek Kuborn

Times like these are troubled.
With viruses in our hands
and lack of amnesty in our hearts,
We burden those who loves us.
And bring tears among those who guide us.
We put our will upon those who despise us.
I've gathered enough thought to listen to the pilgrims.
But I can not die for their belief system.
I hear but I will not follow.
The rains have washed up creatures without feeling.
They're resting on our shores as we sit in bewilderment.
And we sit plagueing ourselves, in the sheer fact that we exist.
We listen to others hoping and praying for some kind of false joy in living. But we find nothing but everything that is false.
Everything that is wrong in ourselves
And most of all, wrong in others.
Sometimes i sit measuring the pros and cons of life and death;
And i wonder which one is better.
I wonder if what I need is something much calmer.
Like the rotting of a corpse, the decay of humanity.
A calm war that doesn't destroy everything.
I debate as if it were for some big election.
The ballads are still being counted.
Before the counting commences,
I'd like to announce that i have withdrawn,
For I've caused riots among my brethren.
Brought doubts upon my fathers.
And death to my children.
Withdrawing from this is the best I can do
To ensure the safety of myself.
And to all of my audience i give my condolences.
Farewell my savior for my treasure is short lived
And fame is non existent.