We’re All Helixed

Thirty four and I’m so fucking tired,
Of all the pain and hate we spark alive.
What’s the point in kill, invade, repeat?
If all it births is more of that obsolete…
Way of thinking that changes zero.
Cause right here there is no hero.
Only murderers claiming they have a plan.
Sounds more like a deranged kind of man.
Bent on power, hooked on war.
None of that should exist anymore.
Alas it does as we refuse to learn.
Destroy beauty as if we think it’ll earn…
Us a place on some sort of celestial podium.
Check your head as I think it might be broken.
Yet it will grant only another burial.
A casket to be lowered into the floor.
Whether its by hand or shot out of something more.
Either way you’ll join the ranks of being nothing other than dregs.
A monster to the masses who survive.
One who ruined countless lives.
If you were one and not a race it wouldn’t matter to this space.
But truth be told we are all the same.
Mankind is a self-destructive flame.
Engulfs the fuel and then itself.
Doesn’t try to preserve for health.
While some say locusts it clearly isn’t true.
For such insects don’t murder their own too.
Its why I watch, weary and sick of it all.
These acts belong in history and fictions tales.
What a paradise we would then have.
If only we could accept each individuals path.