Maybe this schism
Is just a symptom of late capitalism
Of saviors died and risen
Of worlds that wouldn’t listen
To their own collapse
Even if this story
Is overwrought and gory
It’s not a fable
It’s not an allegory
No cautionary tale
No Momento Mori
Or a vague perhaps
Maybe you’ve been slaughtered
Maybe you’ve been kissed
Either way means nothing
I simply don’t exist
Look at what’s been done here
Judge it how you wish
I am all alone here
I am a solipsist
This is what we’ve come to
What we have become
I am not a person known to anyone
All the doors are tried and tested
Know that this is not an exit
Am I just a version of the end of days
Am I just an effect of a modern phase
Am I just the end point of the grand parade
Should we be afraid
Maybe you’ve been slaughtered
Maybe you’ve been kissed
Either way means nothing
I simply don’t exist
Look at what’s been done here
Judge it how you wish
I am all alone here
I am a solipsist
This is what we’ve come to
What we have become
I am not a person known to anyone
All the doors are tried and tested
Know that this is not an exit
None of this exists for me
This is all a fantasy
There is no future here
There is no history
None of this is real
It’s not reality
None of this exists for me
There is no consistency
There’s only entropy
And even though I’ve tried and tested
I know that this is not an exit now