The Abyss of myself

Death by knife, I don't know.. The draining of my elixure of life. It sounds too slow. Painful, irritating Tis not the way I wish to go. Life after Death. Is there really such a thing? If there is not, why do people sing? Why do churchbells ring? It pisses me of, science these days. They tell you theres no god, that we must change our ways. What the hell, this is making me mad. This science shit is really bad. Oh joy, I'm not depressed anymore. And I know who I wrote this poem for. Those faget assed scientologist You can't leave out the scrawny anthropologists who never see the light of day. Well you know what darwin, this is what I say... __ / \ | | | | __| |__ __ __/ | | \/ | / | | | | / | \ | | | / \ Fuck you / \ / \ / | | | | ----------- No offence to the people just the job (Go Naturistists)haha