What,
be these beings,
which smile whilst walking,
over the dead?
These,
which play,
top rotten corpses.
Which,
exist as if,
each shall adore them?
As if,
their important?
Oh,
how I hate these beings.
These,
which speak,
as if evil is not tethered,
to this system which rewards,
their simplicity.
Rewards,
their narrow sighted,
morality.
For,
how be this system,
moral?
Why,
shall any entity here,
care?
Oh,
these beings,
which grow up,
tethered to streets.
These,
which are constantly,
beat.
Constantly,
raped.
These,
which fight for survival,
everyday.
Why,
be any of such,
tethered to this system's,
morality?
Be there,
no rules for such.
Be there,
only consequence.
For,
one sees,
no path.
Be there,
only darkness,
whilst tethered to this bleak land.
Whilst,
tethered to these intensely stupid,
self righteous eyes.
These,
eyes with hate inside.
These,
weak pathetic eyes.
Oh,
these beings,
how such,
shall die...
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