Immoral

Immoral beings.

Evil.

Creatures that defy life itself

And through the time,

Grow in numbers.

 

Immoral beings.

Unspeakable people

Pushing the law.

Wicked.

 

Pain only makes them stronger

Yet

Everything they touch breaks beneath them

 

Immoral beings.

Corrupt. Dishonest. Sinful.

Slowly traveling down the path of insanity

Only to end up stuck in time

An infinite loop.

What is right, and what is wrong are blurred lines.

Conformity is a sin

And I am a sinner. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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