-Myself (although I am sure many have said it many different ways).
Why is that? That such simple qualities that everyone should have within are the most difficult to bring forth from within. Like a deep splinter avoiding the grasp of the person it is stuck in. It makes me sick. Sick to my fucking stomach when I see and hear shit that my fellow human being is capable of doing. But change has to occur one person at a time. So I tread forward moving alongside the dream so many have had before me. The people who tried to preach about unification, tolerance, piety, peace, and love. Every single one killed by their fellow man. Makes me fucking sick. I swear. Whatever, I am the fighter. And I fight the only way I know how, through my words. And when I leave this Earth and those who knew me remember my name for the rest of their lives. Then I have succeeded.
Man is sick
Infected by a disease
A disease of the soul
Filled with unnecessary rage
And unholy gluttony
For everything on this Earth
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