I don't wanna be a soldier mama

You tell me about hope
You tell me about the future
You tell me about delusion
You tell me about freedom
You tell me about the fog
You tell me about the truth.
But no.
Some of us have reasons to keep on living.
You, however, only have reasons to keep on urinating.
Keep on shitting the shite you shit.
Keep on exploiting the ignorarnt.
Keep on manipulating the pure.
No.
I screw up my face in vicious agony.
I scream in glorious pain.
I jump from the skyscraper into the abyss of human emotion.
I live.
I love.
I AM somebody.
So fuck you.
Fuck you and your nihilist bullfuck.
Pure emotion is the only gold.
Intellectualist diarrhea is the shite shit out of your pet frog's arsehole.
To live is to feel.
To live is to experience.
Life is a journey
A journey that no one can take away from you.
And so, I salute you with a bullet to the imperialist kneecap you call the truth.