Oh,
be there,
only victims in the air.
Only,
weak beings,
constantly seeking,
to make everyone just as weak,
as thee.
Oh,
how I hate such.
These,
pointless animals,
which cease each second of the day,
simply by being,
intensely weak entities.
Die,
tomorrow as you stuff your,
face.
Die,
as you scream at the strong,
hoping that silly sound,
might alter their blade.
Die,
as you sit there,
doing nothing.
Oh,
to be these beings,
which degrade humanity.
Which,
alter such,
simply by being.
For,
the complaining weak never eat.
How,
unnatural for these entities,
to deem themselves powerful,
systemically.
To,
cry constantly.
To,
believe they know something,
about anything.
Oh,
how I truly hate,
thee...
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