It was the bang of a shotgun

Without the blast

It was the blasphemy of love

Without the contrast

It was the sound of silence

Without the people

It was the emptiness in me

Without the emotion

It was the hate in you

Without the compassion

It was the change in me

Without the everlasting

It was the ending of something

Without the funereal

It was the beginning of someone

Without the everlasting.

We, the people, hold these things to be true;

Life

Love

Liberty

Death;

And I hold these things to be truer;

Cynicalicality

Irony

Chains

Death;

Break free of yourself, to break free from others.

Break free of yourself, to break free from love.

You can never free yourself;

You can never break free of others.

You can never free yourself;

You can never break free of love.

Love is a death grip supernova shotgun blast as it shoots pellets of galaxies;

Love is a spider’s kiss of kindness as it eats your immortal soul;

Love is a first glance pistol Cool Whip, a tasty treat that beats you down;

Love is endless bliss with venomous intent, a loving gesture to die.

Don’t cry, for me, O my little brothers, I have seen another light.

Without the Everlasting.

Without the Everlasting.

Without.