Conforming to society, everyone fits in. A brainless attempt at success, everyone's a trend.

Searching for a path to walk, a sheep in the heard, as a bird in the flock, a cult of the brainwashed manipulated, pathetic clones of life are better off dead.

Growing up, they'll all be the same, being a pawn in a political rigged game, what do they have, to call their own, just the same empty life of a pathetic, human clone.

Eyes glued to media, controlled by the corrupt, polluted with lies, filled with hate.

Slavery's alive, killing the mind.

Looking like you're humans, coming off the assembly line, i will cut my own path, and walk to the unknown. A lone ghost in society, but a free man in nature.

Standing on my own, embracing the cold, awaiting this earths death, from pathetic, clones of life. I will line all of them up, to show them, their falseness. Killing, one after the other, just a waste of a grave.

They die like they lived, in a blind pile of filth, i look across the lands, i am now all that's left, the wind blows cold, i find myself at the edge of the cliff, the cold air dries my eyes, feeling almost numb, i jump off of the ledge.

Soaring so content. Eagerly awaiting, a new life. Awaiting the old worlds decent.

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