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Humanity


A word with little to no meaning

but spewed from our mouths to defend our kind

a medal awarded to the superior beings of earth

the capability to know all

and to know reason

to create a god in our own image and proclaim him as our father

to take silver, gold, and paper and give them wealth

to kill for words written on a stone

all starting in a house

where men rule as kings

and kings rule the men

but in the end

all will see death

and all will see darkness

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