We’re selfish. That’s how we survive.
Conscience is dead. That’s why we go on.
Humanity is overrated. That’s why we’re here.
On the top of the world. On the top of all.
Pride, sloth, wrath, gluttony, envy, lust, and greed
All the seven deadly sins – they make us who we’re
Love exist no more. It’s a lie that meant to hurt.
Kindness disappeared, like dust in the wind.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
We are all going, to eternal damnation.
Hell, Heaven, and God exist no more.
The power of money, is the power of more
On this dead cold universe, if we never know
If those holy texts never exist
Then would God be here, tormenting mankind?
If God exist, then the world he created
It’s the world full of hatred, of dark deeds and violence.
Blood of human, is the blood worth spilling
Brain of human, is the brain worth using
We’re tools, and puppets, and dolls.
There is no need, for useless emotions
Because it will hurt you in the end.
Emotions are manipulative – they uses to get you
To use you, to abuse you.
No one will truly love one another.
For we’re selfish, and we want to love ourselves.
There are only two kinds of people
Some that hate us behind our backs
And some that hate us right in our face
There is no love, no kindness, no sympathy
For the world is a stage, oh Shakespeare
And this is a farce, the longest run farce in the history.
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May it comes to an end, any day from now.
Captain Apollo 