You would be shocked
At how little the world matters
As you watch it burn.
At how little regret
You feel
For ending it all.
You would be shocked
If you could listen close enough
To hear the mad, mad
Laughter
Pervading the air
As it escapes the souls
Of those who know
Just what they've done.
If you could see
What I could
If you could hear
The world scream
Then you, too, would wonder
Why.
Why this?
Why life?
Why continue on
When nothing is your reward?
Why fight, when all
The world
Burns?
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