speaking to empty space *thoughts of a broken mind*

my birth a fuck you to creation rhe new age nebaru sent to fuck up their day lives Givin in rotation it's not a gift a sentence Givin where ur supposed to learn through ur mistakes if u fail it's reset and release the highest being is not God but one who wishes he was I am the creator I am the created I'm everything they loved once now I'm hated the truths subjective to the individual is assanine im in a class of swine all meat no mind entertaining the distractions created to keep u a pacifist as they kill in silenced joy divert their gaze as they graze obese masses treated with suger and diamonds shinny new toys to avoid there cage they all feel empty and can't change a thing u fuck drink all the seas and fuck as many as u please outside of the risk u still will feel that empty