Mistaken as a deity and a role model to humanity, They disguise filth and insolence under a veil of fiction and ignorance. I'm consistently conjuring what I swear is right, Whilst I cautiously crawl along the brink of mental detonation. There's no way that I'm the only one with a little self-respect. Societys morals leave me questioning the collective's conscience, Through it all I'm here for good. A loose thread in the moral fibre. I shall remain vehement in self truth and faith. At least I have something to live for, A soul dependant on deficiency of others', Preying on any decrepit perception. We're so far from what is pure. This day and age is flooded with angst, This day and age is flooded with hate. I can't fathom the difference between the congruous or delusive. We witness utter contentment at the blind leading the ignorant, These souls so hollow and shallow. The ease of belief and rational.
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