A Cosmic F-Up

Gods? Angels? Judgment day? Come on, don't make me laugh.

There's no plan, no punishment, no message. What fell from the sky didn't come

to tell us anything. It fell by accident, like a loose tile dropping from a sixth floor.

We're not special. This isn't Eden or Hell, or some divine test. This is a cosmic

fuck-up, a punch with no target. And the ones saying, "The Abyss speaks

to you. The stones are alive. The silence is sacred," they're as broken as the world.

You wanna know what the Abyss is? It's a machine that breaks things. That's it,

nothing more. It doesn't think, it doesn't feel, it just swallows. And if everything