People fuck people the most,
Hidden motives, disregard any sense,
A species dead set against itself
And everything else around it.
The world has been made to accommodate,
Our every perverse desire,
Convolution beyond recognition,
For our own cocoon of comfort.
A cocoon is only a phase,
Yet we have set it as our destination.
To live in it until it is too late,
To break free these bonds.
Outwards we have everything,
Creations cutting beyond
Our own abilities.
Inwards we are lacking,
No space to connect,
No strength to feel.
People are top dog,
On this blue-green paradise
We are all Chosen.
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