All we know is death, death and nothing more.
Maybe a few other things but nothing’s more.
Empty vessels pretending our souls salvage value but we are what we eat; utter junk, no thing is more.
Noting more, comparisons to trash is easy because we surround ourselves with it in regular scores.
Material things, the bling, we can’t ignore,
Lifetime memberships to all the “important” stores…
The Louis, Maybach, Versace, Prada, Aston Martin, Hermes, Christians (Lacroix, Louboutin, Dior), De Beers, Dudognon Heritage (Cognac), Louis Moinet, Bugatti, Rolex; and more.
Feeding the frenzied addiction associating success with acquiring more,
Things that lay behind useless when we died to get them, but so many more died to produce them so many more.
More death, more genocide to excite the insight lost to the pupils as they retract.
Facing something expensive through the viewing glass, the purchase trap, the transaction track.
Maybe we know death so well because we’ve never needed it more?
It’s the only change we’re used too considering what living doesn’t do any more.
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