Construct Breakdown (reblog)

When I was born, I didn't know very much. My world was blurs, and tits, and other stuff.

When I was a kid, I felt pretty smart. The world was God, and school, and art.

As I grew older, so did my understanding. My concept of country and family began expanding.

Soon I was grown, and wow how I'd learned--of the deceit, the lies, by the gods how it burned.

History it seemed, was naught but a farce. And who was I to claim his own part?

My ancestors lived and died, much like yours. In caves and hallows, in lands now scorned.

We sit on a rock being hurled through space, yet still we're conceited, our damn human race.

Our entire existence is a miracle at all--some amino acids formed, and now we have football?

I mean damn, what the fuck? Is this really our luck? A whole space-time continuum, but we're loading trucks?

God, we're such shmucks. It doesn't have to be this bad. We still have what our ancestors had--we just need a plan.

So please don't forget, who you are deep inside; a human like me, myself, and I.

For humanity is nothing but one big blob; a beautiful bacterium; a wholesome mob.

New video for my YouTube channel, "Construct Breakdown".