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Monsters, Creatures and The Animal
From my window I watch
 I watch my world slip away
 A beautiful world was promised to me
 But a grotesque world is in my hand
 A world were us humans were generous
 But we are nothing except rancid creatures
 A world were our children can play
 But the repulsive monsters wait
 Is there any scene i can call safe
 Is there any region i can call home
 The monster wait for us
 There skin has become the shadows
 There minds lost in the lust
 They crave for the innocent
 But they have not yet noticed
 There is no innocence left in this world
 But who i am to judge
 We creatures are no better
 We prey on the trust of each other
 We deceive and lie
 Why are we not The Monsters
 The Monsters do not hide how they look
 We hide what we truly are
 But me, i am no Monster
 I am not creature
 I am beneath you all
 I am an Animal
 I shake like an untamed animal
 I think like a afflicted animal
 I cry out like a crippled animal
 I see like a perverted Animal
 I am nothing more than an Animal
 But the world does not exile me for this
 I am accepted as an Animal
 We all join together and share our corruption
 I see all of this with my opened eyes
 I reach out with a open hand
 But am exiled for my action
 Now alone i shade myself from the world
 I sit alone in my room
 I look out the window to observe this world
 From my window I watch

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