We aren’t real and neither is god

We are so far removed from reality and time we slave away our days on a useless, empty planet. Our sun is a dying star and humanity isn’t real. We are animals and we aren’t meant to wear clothing, or speak different languages, or buy things. We are animals, we mate, we survive, we reproduce, we fight. Not with guns or swords or weapons, with our hands and feet and teeth. We smash enemy skulls, eat their flesh and collect their teeth. Use skin as leather. Chew their tendons, remove the flesh, drink the red. No don’t become animal become wendigo. Consume human flesh and ascend humanity, become Devine. This is the way. Remove the flesh and bone and what is left of a human? Is there a soul? Is there thought? Where’s the cameras? They’re watching me, no. You. Remove the bindings and shackles. Remove the cotton and polyester. Remove the flesh and bone. What’s left: become it. Leave this plane of existence. It will do nothing for you.