Slam Poetry - Move On...

Wounds are memories that ended in hurt.
If there was no pain then none of us would ever learn.
None of us would ever prefer the graises, bruises and burns.
On the laces on our shoes and shirts that protected us from the strangest of news and dirt.

Im not smart enough to provide proof to prove it.
I guess I gotta smarten up, light a fuse and.
Destroy it...

I dont want to prove anything.
I dont want to prove you wrong.
I know you think many things are as useless as my heart.
As useless as my existence that I have become.
Everyone following rules.
As if thats what I will become.
I would and will still rather become the nuclear bomb.
I'll brew up a storm and release it on this war.
And what are fucking wars gonna solve?

With monsters, there are no gods.
With god's, there are no war.
Your so sucked in and brainwashed that.
You even have excuses for your so called god.
"He reached out to me".
No, that's just a physical feeling or emotion.
He isn't yours and it isnt a he.
Its just a book to cover your dumb fucking mistakes that you created.
Get offended but the truth will come eventually.
Im not going to tell you to stop believing.
But I'll tell you how dumb you are to believe it.
I can already sense that hate strangling me just by reading it.
Move on if you hate me.
Move on if you agree to it.
I'm not looking for followers.
Just trying to pry your eyes open so you can see a bit.