skies collide with the horizon, the explosion releasing vivid colors beyond imagination
beneath this silent conflict lies humanity! a small, insignificant force that likes to think it's doing something
despite the strange lack of free will hidden in their consciousness

admiring the aesthetic of the world
and calling it the work of a god
experimenting with these things they call feelings
finding what boosts certain chemicals in their brains
and calling it love
destroying the world
and making it their own
despite it not being any better than the original

individuals who try to write a better history
are rejected by a void of ears who do not understand
the importance of their words
quiet eyes stare blankly at their screens and their textbooks
impressionable minds stamped with the mark of society's own brainwashed

no one addresses the flaws
they are tucked down low
so no one can find them
the children
who still think
they are stamped with defective
forced into schools
round pegs trying to fit into square holes
forced in submission
by the people

humanity!
according to them, the best thing that has ever happened on earth