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Spider-horror

Watching this spider traverse
the vast expanse of ceiling gives me
this feeling of such panic and
such purpose floods me—
I want to be the murderer,
the very instrument of Death
we all fear,
the terrorist in premeditation
watching from afar, cornered
in the alleyway of my own
paranoia and fear,
when it is easy
to observe and calculate;
objectivity is no problem
it is natural
it is automatic
we do not wonder
why horrors exist
but why,
Dear Lord,
do they happen to us?
we wonder.
Even now we are impersonal,
disconnected and easily
dispersed across continents,
so reject,
so rage,
so rebel—
do not question, but
refuse to obey.

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