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Mercy died with humanity and wrath took it's place
Hollow shells aren't people
Pity for emptiness is pointless
When the lines between reality and fantasy fuse
...

The Butterfly
mesmerizes the masses
with poisonous wings
and unmatched grace
...

Hard and heavy
Fast and slow
Slamming into the walls
Drumming through your soul
...

It is dark, and yet alone you flitter hiding from unappreciative eyes
The contrast of the butterfly
soft fragile wings slipping through the dangers of the night
I envy the moth
...

I saw you standing there just a moment ago
looking at me
at the end of the tunnel
What did you see?
...

6.

Fake: Covering or hiding flaws to improve apperance and Value.
To pretend or act.

Fake is how we live our lives.
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Stop sitting there pretending
like you care
pretending
i want to care
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Vice Haunt Biography

I am a young writer lost searching for myself)

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The Demise Of The Race Called Humans {a Rant}

Mercy died with humanity and wrath took it's place
Hollow shells aren't people
Pity for emptiness is pointless
When the lines between reality and fantasy fuse
The world becomes fake
A memory of the truth
A shadow of the past
Utopia is relative to the viewer
and so it becomes indefinite
The dream to reach the undefined causes
Beings called people to fade
And mesh into a vast mass of the, same
Manufactured visions of normality

Overproduced
Unoriginal
Lost

that is the demise of a Race called humans

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