business, happiness and broken pieces

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...a new addiction here, a crucifixion there, and everyone's concerned, but no one really cares...

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An injured bird just flaps it's wings as people drive home and drive by from work.
The clock winds down and strikes it's toll at noon, as a hit and run victim dies, watching passers by do what they do best, just pass on by with not much more than a scowl or a brief pause from their facebook accounts.

Somewhere off in the unseen distance, the inhabitants of a tent city are writing their declaration of independence and their constitution along with their wills as the very people that swore to "serve and protect" them prepare to round them up, bag 'em and tag 'em for processing into their new concrete and tax payer financed homes, the state penitentiary...

A military veteran scrounges through garbage cans looking for a bite to eat on a saturday night, while everyone else partakes in the ritual of celebrating the temporary freedom that surviving a long work week has won them.
"Cheers" to good times, not so good times and the bitter end to all of this, this spiraling out of control that we call "modern day life", or "business as usual".

May God have mercy on us all...

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One hundred years from now they'll either be laughing at us or despising us for the damage that we've done, to everything.

Anything that could burn, we burned it.

Anything that could break, we broke it.

Anything that could die, we killed it, ate it and loved every minute of it.

Anything with a heart or willpower, well we broke that too, and then laughed about it.

You see, these are the end times.
The times they'll be talking about to scare the children of the future, to brush their teeth and go to bed RIGHT NOW, "or else"...

Warnings, threats, promises (or broken promises, especially to ourselves)...

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If the people of the future are smart, they'll edit us out of the history books, like we did to our real heroes and villains, so they can have a decent chance at true peace.
Some satisfaction, that they actaully did the best that they could do.
So sad to think that the best that they could do would be to forget us and all we did and all we were.

Like a trip to the bar after a bad day, a bad week, month, year or even a bad life.
To be drank away, an attempt to cover the truth and the regret of the ugly mistakes that wouldn't go away.

To smother the rot with a blurry, fuzzy, and induced state of artificial "happiness".

And what is "happiness"..?

It's a carrot on the end of a stick, within a dream that our parents told us to help us fall asleep...

Yes, "happiness", is on a big billboard sign, off the side of the highway.
It's a strategically marketed campaign to get anyone that can tie their own shoes something to buy-into, to keep the hierarchy pyramid scheme running nice and smooth, and to keep us busy enough to forget to remember what REAL "happiness" really was, before the beginning of the fall, when we began to lose control of it all, as well as our own lives...

One hundred years ago, they may never have imagined that things would go this far, and one hundred years from now, they may be picking up the pieces, of whatever there is that we left...

The End

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