I don’t write to pamper your ego,
I don't write to give you comfort.
I don't write to teach you self-love,
I write to destroy all selfish thought.
I don't write to inspire your pride,
I don't write to cater to your insecurity.
I don't write to entertain shallowness,
I only write to abolish self-centricity.
I don't write to tickle the instaslaves,
I don't write to peddle false perfection.
I don't write to lick the privileged boots,
I write to make soldiers of self-annihilation.
My science and my art were born on the street.
That's where I learnt, all suffering is born of greed.
Published on
September 14, 2021 05:10
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