- Oeishik
Hodor
Hope is bullshit.
Will, gumption and doing;
That’s all there is.
Pity is for the rich,
Independence, freedom,
Peace - all grandiose
Next to living.
The question of being unrelenting as long as oxygen comes in.
Laugh into Death’s eyes,
Make suffering a friend,
Pain, a prodigal son.
Returning and leaving, and returning again.
Not for hope but for doing.
Yeah, fuck hope.
Take a shovel and saw,
Find ways and means.
To meld back into nature’s law.
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