the affliction of those who find nothing sacred
is never receiving anything sacred
Ironic that those who cry the most about their lot,
are the ones who ridicule sacred things.
They hold nothing sacred, nothing is off limits.
Everything is open to insult and scrutiny,
to mock and sneer,
and they wonder why,
no one will lend them an ear,
why they’re consumed by fear,
why year after year,
alone, miserable, soulless, and without mind,
now all they want,
is to disappear.
Respect yourself and others a little more
and the world will fall into your hands.