Screw Nietzsche

I don't need to know what
Nietzsche would think of all this.

He never danced in air
laden with invisible bullets,
microns of fate floating like
pellets of hatred waiting to
to inhale.

We don't need actions of gods
or even those of supermen.
We need big bombs and the
stomach to use them.
Cowboy guts when the chips are down.

Someday religion and the madness it breeds
will be passe as floating death

suspended like eternal motes
crying empty round

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