“And I despise your books, I despise wisdom and the
blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and
deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will wipe
you off the face of the earth as though you were no more than mice burrowing
under the floor, and your posterity, your history, your immortal geniuses will
burn or freeze together with the earthly globe.”
― Anton Chekhov
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this day
this bleak morning
this world
where the evil prosper
and the righteous are ridiculed
where the rich get rich
and step on the poor
squish, squish
all with the blessings of “god”
at least according to much of the Christian church
this life were no matter how hard you work
it feels like you make
no difference
today it will take all I have
to get up
to get out of bed
to step outside the house
to go to work
for the very fabric of my being screams
why bother?
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