Ideal circumstances align to conceive life. Incongruent product of life known as mankind, crack the balance.
How ungrateful you are to this gift of consciousness. Even for your own vigor as you laugh at our lessers. When it could have just as easily been you or me made the lesser. Simply born, shit out of luck. More forget than remember just how lucky we are.
You've retained a faulty sense of preponderance over fellow quadrupeds and one another. Human ego obstructing progress. Pretentious and self centered. See nothing wrong with the planet unless it is affecting themselves. This warped view of normalcy wont justify your corrupt species.
No more creating verity. Shed my hypocritical self. I am all that I hate. Blindly obedient to a baneful system. Subsidizing the end. Constitute right and wrong. Who am I to decide? I am fucking nothing. Just a spec of plastic. Just a number with a predetermined purpose.
Condemned to their "knowledge". Subject to persuasion of "truth".Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
