What gives you this divine right over all the others?
Who the **** do you think you are?
Are you stupid, cocky, or both?
Just because you have nice shoes, nice clothes, and a nice car?
Please explain this mystery to me.
Because from what I see, you're the same as me.
You are not worth more than I am,
And you are not worth less than I am.
You are another human being.
That's it.
There is and there isn't anything special about you,
so *******.
Your talents and your lack of talents don't define your worth.
They only describe what you were capable of doing.
So if you have all the talent in the world, be humble.
And if you have no talent at all, be proud.
And **** the people who won't and can't explain their false sense of superiority.

What is misery?
Why it is the darkest pit of our hearts and souls.
We are dragged towards it,
Grasping hopelessly at something to hold.
Almost as if Achlys herself is lurking about
Pulling us further, never intending to let us out.
No, rather, we are pushed towards it
Forced to accept this fate by the rest of them
It’s ironic, in a world where we are told to be free
We are still forced into a fatalistic indoctrination
Believing all the while, that we are going to be fine
When in fact, we are going to be escorted to self-damnation
With a spear in our back and a smile on our face
It’s sickening, isn't it?
This twisted image of the human race.
We lie and steal and cheat and **** each other,
But for what?
What is the purpose of this self-destructive behavior?
It is the false salvation of our misery,
Our false belief that the misery of others is
Evidence of our superiority,
Providing an escape from our own melancholy