don't you know in the silence of a thousand faces of a life lived too long don't you know that this line's the best don't you know reaching around to remove it-to cauterise this wound dealt in a back-stabbing passion don't you know that this crime's the best all of their hard and sweet pretty smiles forced upon faces not use to the back breaking labour don't stop running and running around and down that stair of mankinds self-destruction, it's all we know how to do but hey motherfucker, do we have to be that way we ask the prophet, beard white and wisdom's eyes answer it's what we are made to fulfill, we are hatred and jealousy, we are the serpent in eden, we are the end of this cycles road don't you know when oceans boil and mountains crumble and hell rises to consume the earth mankinds heaven on earth realised don't you know that that reality's the best
Reason for writing:
The hateful nature of mankind.
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