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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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