Like a fog over the land,
Killers, takers and mechanics,
Raping for the good of their clan,
There is no doubt in any one heart,
If a heart they do indeed possess,
No thoughts of how the world might otherwise be,
No hesitation or laziness.
This is the ideal for which we all strive,
For person and society,
Thinking, "Why can't everyone just act,
So as to accommodate me?"
For do not forget,
That the observer of this perfection,
Observes only due to his many flaws,
Such as chronic self-occupation.
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