Psychopaths,
be the innocent.
Psychopaths,
be these beings,
which walk over human,
as if trash on streets.
Psychopaths,
be these beings named,
you,
named,
me.
Oh,
the simplicity of cruelty.
Oh,
how such cares not,
about human.
Cares not,
about anything,
worth doing.
Be there,
only monsters in the air.
Be there,
only sick minded weak beings,
absent the ability to care.
For,
the weak seek not to care,
about thee.
Such,
is simply tethered to,
surviving.
Tethered,
to their silly futile,
external existence.
This,
which shall never make a difference.
Which,
shall never matter.
Oh,
wonder I do,
of such.
Of,
these beings which,
care only about,
self.
For,
I wonder,
where shall they live?
For,
such seems not,
to be beings which breathe upon,
earth.
Such,
seem to only live,
within one.
Within,
their intensely simple mind.
Oh,
how such,
shall die screaming.
Die,
thinking,
"Wow,
how horrible was I".
"How intensely stupid,
to never realize,
I've only been human,
my whole life."
©yungb123
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