Oh,
how the "Good",
sicken me.
These,
beings which believe,
they know,
what right means.
That,
their existence,
is in some way,
tethered to,
good.
Oh,
how they create silly sounds.
Sounds,
such as,
"I just try to make sure,
I do the right thing".
Oh,
how silly to believe,
in such.
To,
believe your little mind,
can conjure up,
what it truly means,
to be right.
To be,
good.
Too,
stupid,
be these beings.
Too,
weak.
For,
all shall simply die tomorrow.
All,
shall die,
knowing absolutely,
nothing...
©yungb123
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