We just don't like to face them.
Yours could be tomorrow.
Mine could be today,
But none of us care.
We live our lives like we are immortal.
Walk around breathing in all the air with big gasps.
Filling our lungs with hate for others,
And letting it out when we tear them down.
A weapon doesn't have to be a gun,
A pen and paper can be just as deadly.
Because the only reason a man walks and talks
Is because he has a soul.
As soon as that dies,
All is lost.
And sometimes I wish there weren't so many of us.
People I mean.
Because we never take care in where we tread.
Infact we go out of our way to create death.
So maybe it's our turn.
Maybe we need to be exterminated just like the creepy crawlies of the earth.
Because in reality all we are is
Parasites.
And once we kill a little more than just a few,
This planet will go back to being green and blue.
See,
I'm just a different kind of evil than you.
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