Flaws Of Humanity
Time is a human illusion
Its there to confuse us,
to define age
So our rage
Is justified.
We’re all just fried.
Not right in the mind.
We come to the conclusion
that what scares us is new shit,
until the arrival of something newer.
We shiver,
and the previous fear withers.
But what makes us bitter
Is our imminent doom.
We live to die
And death could come soon.
But as we lay in our prime,
death seems impossible,
and it's not plausible
to think this,
but we do it,
to keep us moving.
We as people,
living machines,
have potential for evil
At the age of 3.
We blame our parents
for our evil actions
because they raised us.
“Its because of faction”.
They don't realize
teachers don't have this ability
to control you,
or put you on a path to iniquity.
Its up to you to decide
Who you could be.
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