Is my music worth anything?

Is my music worth anything? Be honest, the art on that side I don't believe in anything else. It's all about someone's government. My desire is to run, to disappear. But when you're cursed, you don't even have anywhere to go. wars, violence. Peace through the control of death. Genocides are born all the time, every moment. I'm tired, exhausted, I'm undead talking to you. I try to believe again and again. I get deeper and deeper into myself. Everything goes wrong, everything gets complicated, fuck you. If you make a mistake, criticize me. If you think it's bad, solve it. That is why, exhausted anarchism, no one is master of anyone, no gods, no slaves Summoning everyone in a situation of suffering in general, Bring down the state, before the state overthrows you, life is from the one I failed and there is no turning back. But I don't want them to follow me. I'm paying here what belongs here, there I'll pay what belongs there. two deaths, two tortures, a passenger.... the other is eternal