To The World:

in the ocean of time, our ship is on fire.

but pretend it’s fine, denounce us as liars—

for you are destruction, and you are “redemption”

if you had the option, then you won’t take action;

“there’s no use in saving a ship that is sinking”,

just wait till you’re dying, and then feel contrition and rue?

that there was “nothing you could do”?

“too little, too few, too big to pursue”?

but until then you destroy, until then you decoy.

you rise and you fall, you strive to own it all,

climb in power by the hour or you’re nothing. you’re small.

be rich, be influential, be praised, be feared, be worshipped, be torrential, be the best, be revered.

drunk on power, you’re devoured, you’re obsessed.

you kill the earth and wonder why we’re all depressed,

wonder why insanity is better than reality,

and why for our posterity we’d make it our priority to make sure that they don’t exist.

quantify humanity by what you gain. light the match and let it set the wood aflame.

watch it smoke and smoulder but only stare because when the world ends you won’t be there.

in the ocean of time, our ship will be on fire.

and it’s just one small vow that we require: now.