Imperfection
You are scum
You are worthless
You are nothing but an incapable,
Insufficient machine
You are limp and fragile
You’ve never accomplished anything
You’re either too lazy or too stupid
And you're blinded by your own infatuation
You are an slut for power
You credit yourself as superior
A flawless being
But really we’re all just the same
Every one of us is filled with an insatiable greed
That defines and controls us
It brings forth our inner desires
And poisons us down to our very dreams
We’re corrupt
We feed off the pain of others
We stray from responsibility
Away from the gravitation of trust
We put on a mask
An artificial visage of transcendence
But we are just a sack of tissue and bones
With an incompetent mind and a malevolent soul
People are disgusting
Foul, unlawful, abominable creatures
Careless, lopsided, defective, gullible
Oppressive, heinous, immoral
I am wicked
I am evil
I am most imperfect
I am human
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