I am one of those children
Who find it hard to breathe
Although sleeping,
Feel it difficult to sleep.
Who find it hard to breathe
Although sleeping,
Feel it difficult to sleep.
Even if we would return to the wild
Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination
Maybe everything is fine
Everything is a natural product of evolution
Maybe everything is fine
Become the one
Become god
Become competition
Become maladjusted,
Self-inflicting horror that burns,
Tortures and defiles
Plagues and ruins
DESTROYS
Destroys until nothing is left
Everything is theft
Become human
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