March 3, 2012
Society is a plague, a sickness
Spreading disease and creating weakness
Making you see yourself in a dark light
Pushing for an internal fight
The hatred always increasing
The expectations never ceasing

Society isn’t diverse
It’s the exact reverse
Striving to be the same
Clones, where the only difference is the name
Everyone trying be the perfection
It’s no worse than a deadly infection

Society is a mutation
Deformed in a poisonous relation
With people going insane
Putting themselves through unneeded pain
The imperfections are magnified
Put into perspectives for the ignorant and terrified

Society is a predetermined fate
Where only the insecure can relate
It preys on the indecisive and pliable
Putting down the independent and reliable
It’s genocide for those with real heart
And the people who refuse to take part

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