Random Leaf #1995 precisely cut and sacrilegious

And it will be me who’s aware—

of lies, deceptions, deceits,

betrayals, and murder.

Bottom line:

I’ll let everything happen anyway.

I hear pleas;

I hear prayers;

I hear complaints;

I hear voices.

I will not answer them.

They are only fragments of my idea—

unreal,

imagined,

thoughts.

They cannot touch me,

though I can—

I won’t.

They are

inessential,

trivial,

mundane,

unworthy.

Mere echoes of eternity,

that beg and beg and beg.

They serve me no purpose,

save for entertainment.

With just a flick of a switch,

I can end these idiosyncrasies.

They’d better be entertaining—

if they do not want it all

to come to an abrupt conclusion.

Though the end,

in all means,

signifies nothing.