Delusion

Assigning patterns to existence doesn’t give it meaning There’s no correlation, other than that which you assume No matter your walk of life, you end up in the ground There is no larger meaning, you’re going to feed worms No amount of distraction or delusion will change your fate Dead as fuck, six feet down in the grave Life is pointless Gods are a lie Just monkeys making toys, doing tricks You’re fucking pointless You’re going to die Any other line of thought is just a delusion Work so hard to stay fit and to be rich Slavery suits you well, such a good little bitch A few imagined values, and suddenly you’re above Looking down your nose from behind the bars of your cage