We gaze at the transcendental in disgust for our inspiration is weary.
We feast upon the weak in attempt to gain egotism.
We discourage and destroy beautiful flowers in the hopes to protect the sun from wasting it’s warmth on the worthless.
We then gasp for air and question why we struggle for every breath.
We are naïve, for naivety is in cahoots with arrogance
We have no excuse for no excuse will suffice.
We are granted our last words and we say “We are human” for there is nothing else that needed to be said.
We are our greatest enemy.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 5:13 AM UTC
We gaze at the transcendental in disgust for our inspiration is weary.
We feast upon the weak in attempt to gain egotism.
We discourage and destroy beautiful flowers in the hopes to protect the sun from wasting it’s warmth on the worthless.
We then gasp for air and question why we struggle for every breath.
We are naïve, for naivety is in cahoots with arrogance
We have no excuse for no excuse will suffice.
We are granted our last words and we say “We are human” for there is nothing else that needed to be said.
We are our greatest enemy.
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