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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