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Humanity is horrid, disgusting.
Humanity is the rotting flower,
Taken over by the bugs
That consume anything in their path.
Humanity is the rotting corpse,
Taken by the horrible land
That spills of only what it is,
And not what it could be.
Humanity is the dying animal,
Grasping onto life,
As it feels its last light
Before death takes its toll.
Humanity is no creation of a god,
For if it were,
That god is no more cruel than any human
That may exist in this horrid reality.
Humanity is hate,
The reincarnated hate of everything,
For it rips and tears at its own flesh,
Until its bones show bare,
And it becomes the violence of the world.