[ Don't lecture a nihilist ]

Don't lecture a nihilist 
on the end of the world
or compassion. What's the point?
That's what got us here. Staring
into an abyss we thought would look like nothing
but looks just like the past instead.
It's nice to think you're exempt from regression
except reality doesn't mean much anymore.
And here I am reorganizing my heroes
by where they fall on a list
of enemies of the state.

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