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How far could human cruelty go?
No one could predict. As bones are dug out from the ground; as blood covers the horizon; as an image is gutted by a million. Never a threshold, but space is the limit.
Never an angel, always a devil, far from being the humans we always preach. Contradictory hypocrites as we breathe and live, still holding the pitchfork as our rightful “right.”
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Justify the decimation of that which gives us oxygen, calling us intelligent yet unsure how high the sky is. Destroy for money, as everyone in it does. What choice is left for the distasteful realm?
Kill, kill, kill, what else could we do? The fictional TV left us awry, flipping over the rock to find it more chaotic than we thought.
The heart with a scale weighs good and bad; the bad is sinking but we yell that we have no choice. Good or bad, it’s funny that humans call the shots. Spin in the mud and call ourselves clean.
That’s our nature, that defies nature. Fuck the advocacy, a meaningless debate. We are going down to hell, but we are already in hell.
Oh, Human.
Let the Universe claim us, when our time is up.
