You are the quintessence of failure, both outter and inner repugnance.
Worship compassion...
Your struggle is not noble, preacher of equal life.
Drawing the path of regression...
Tones of despicable theories gathered among this lower flesh,
inexorable siege of future.
Wath out! I am the enemy, the one who refuses
and disdains, forever standing in front of your morals.
Better be dead than drinking in your words.
Arent't you ashamed of being alive?
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