Save the melodrama for someone who actually believes your poetic nihilism is anything more than a cry for attention.
You say it like you're bracing for the silence that comes after everything beautiful finally turns to dust.
A reading from Psalms 79:6
Pour out thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known thee, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.
— Psalms 79:6 (en_kjv)
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