What?
You think life is a game?
Something that drives you and makes you insane?
I'll tell you what,
look at your cut,
put down the knife,
and listen to the sweet sound of silence.
Whats wrong with what you've got?
You're so full of yourself your soul begins to rot.
You make me sick,
with your flesh and blood,
we are the only species who are as stupid as mud. We cut ourselves,
shoot ourselves,
destroy each other,
attack our families,
and abuse our mothers.
Humans,
what has happened to our kind?
You think your purpose in life is what you need to find.
Purpose?
It only exists because we believe it does,
it can slip through our fingers,
like a flock of doves.
We look through the eyes,
of a simple being,
not really looking,
but only seeing,
seeing the differences in others,
and pointing them out,
crushing everything they are,
and replacing them with doubt.
Why do we do this?
Becuase we can,
someone has the power,
and they put it in our hands,
so what do we do with this power?
We put each other down for within,
we cower.
 
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