Virus

As I demonstrate the nature of humanity.

To only care for oneself and destroy their reality.

I march on with purpose.

Nor good nor evil.

To flourish mother nature from the prison of her own paradise.

I go through culture to culture.

Glaring at the endless vultures.

Satisfied in my quest to silence their noise.

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As I take on the role of the reaper, ever so poised.

Where are the morals they preached yet are now gone?

How has it brimmed with hypocrisy with this feast they manifest upon?

Eating the flesh of others whilst the 'poor man' eats none.

Containing the dominoes inside their own glass.

As the ones which grow on trees cheer on to ever last.

Oh Mother Nature.

Have I made you proud?

For the virmin are none.

And glory has been won.