The Disease that is Humanity

March 18, 2011
The human race is a disease
Causing agonizing pain with the simplest ease

Death and destruction follow in its wake
I wonder if we’re capable of more than hate

This disease spreads throughout society
Ready to kill with no thoughts of piety

What will become of such a being?
Will we go on never seeing?

What we do leaves behind
A throbbing ache I’m unable to find

Forever victims are always fleeing
And I find my self slowly agreeing

That the human race has no propriety
Emotions boil within us greater than anxiety

Our stench of death is all but fake
I’ve taken much more than I can take

Our demise will come when Hell freezes
And at the rate we’re going it won’t be hard to appease this

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TheQuietGirl said...
May 3, 2011 at 1:28 pm
never have truer words been written in a poem
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