Beneath Me

How do people of deluded intelligence ever obtain high positions

Stupid people

Shut your unholy mouths

You deserve neither the words you speak nor the air to breath that I share with you

Imperfect may be the world but by comparison my mind, body, and intellect are more to the golden ratio then you could ever pray to be

Intollerent minds

Your eyes should feel graced upon my view

I can feel your envy of me

Of who I am

And of what I will become