The immortals were all crying.
No aging, but they could still be killed.
It made them weak.
Avoidance of danger, lack of courage.
You only live once, until you never die.
Boredom became an epidemic.
Its destructive side effects.
Recklessness, blues, grudges, poor choices.
Unspiritual, becoming king and queen like.
No compassion, they took shallow pity.
Here's another cake.
Other generations died off, one by one.
The Boomers and their entitled politics.
GenXers and their bird to to world.
Millennials, screwed again.
The Glowfacers were the charmed.
Young enough to get the glowjuice.
As the immortal medicine was called.
They could live forever.
Rather, they could age forever.
Perpetual power, hoarded by the strong.
Most immortals were weak.
They were selfish.
Eventually, the glowjuice was banned.
The immortals in power stayed in power.
Forever lonely.
Forever hated.
Forever bored.
Like being locked in a train station.
Stuck at an airport.
Love is irrelevant.
No savior.
No soul.
Out here we are free.
The age of our alive life is over.
New ages await.
All of space is now our home.
We cling to rocks no longer.
We are unconfined, unconstrained.
Loved and forgiven.
No pain.
Souls.