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The hostilities of society, Where you’ll find different kinds of hate in variety, Where the ignorant play their games of morality, Forgetting the one true rule of mortality: Don’t die! Easy piece of advice, right? Swim through life until you reach 85, close your eyes, reminisce all of your time. And all of your lies.. Wait what? What do you mean? There’s no major lies to look back on, To contemplate or perceive. No, no, you see, All humans are alike! Jumping to conclusions when you see somebody holding a knife, Assuming that everybody’s words is an attack, What a strife. We are of some degree, narcissistic. Disagree? Well, let’s face it. We’ve all assumed the whispers as we walk by, are some hateful jeers about your dress or your tie, When in reality, no one really gives a **** But as paranoid creatures, we don’t understand. You must be angry now, because how dare I, Throw out such accusations about how you live your life? While here I hold up my head so high. In reality I am a victim too. Do you not see my hate? My hate of everything, do you? I hate the people that jump to conclusions, which means I also hate myself. What might be someone’s demonstration can be another’s cry for help. But you help yourself.
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Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
The Hostility of Society
The hostilities of society, Where you’ll find different kinds of hate in variety, Where the ignorant play their games of morality, Forgetting the one true rule of mortality: Don’t die! Easy piece of advice, right? Swim through life until you reach 85, close your eyes, reminisce all of your time. And all of your lies.. Wait what? What do you mean? There’s no major lies to look back on, To contemplate or perceive. No, no, you see, All humans are alike! Jumping to conclusions when you see somebody holding a knife, Assuming that everybody’s words is an attack, What a strife. We are of some degree, narcissistic. Disagree? Well, let’s face it. We’ve all assumed the whispers as we walk by, are some hateful jeers about your dress or your tie, When in reality, no one really gives a **** But as paranoid creatures, we don’t understand. You must be angry now, because how dare I, Throw out such accusations about how you live your life? While here I hold up my head so high. In reality I am a victim too. Do you not see my hate? My hate of everything, do you? I hate the people that jump to conclusions, which means I also hate myself. What might be someone’s demonstration can be another’s cry for help. But you help yourself.
I hope no one is offended by this, because all the poem is about the ironic and untrustworthy society. You have to remember though, the poem is from the author’s perspective, so is their view of how them and others are being treated true? Just saying.
#rhyme#irony#society#life
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horrors_untold
14/F/Arkansas
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
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