I never could have realized
that I was surrounded
by such an immense army
of mannequins
hollow
empty
manufactured
each of them programmed
with their purpose
to perform
play the part
destroy anything in their path
that inhibits reaching
their own pathetic pleasure
at the expense of those who
naively
trust
treasure
tolerate
Is there really any honor in this life?
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
I never could have realized
that I was surrounded
by such an immense army
of mannequins
hollow
empty
manufactured
each of them programmed
with their purpose
to perform
play the part
destroy anything in their path
that inhibits reaching
their own pathetic pleasure
at the expense of those who
naively
trust
treasure
tolerate
Is there really any honor in this life?
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