Why Do I Exsist - Poem by chris urbaez
To them i am only an object from the past
that they wish will disappear
than why do i exsist?
why am i alive?
when i thought about this
i could find no answer
but as you live you need a reason
otherwise its the same as being dead
i then came to this conclusion
i exsist to kill every human besides myself
fighting only for yourself
if you think that everybody else
simply exsist to allow you to experiance that feeling
nothin is better than that world
for me to kill and continue to feel that joy of pain
my exsistence will not vanish....
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