The Human Fallacy
Why do they find so much joy in petty things?
I don't understand the concepts of man.
They luxury themselves with fallacies:
Rocks, paper, and liquids. And they call them precious.
How foolish are they?
To love the lesser things in life.
To make themselves slaves to a concept.
Oh God! Destroy this unrest.
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