The drug of mankind that which numbs the soul to fulfillment and peace
As gas as ethereal as the gods yet is destructive to the earth and trees
It spreads in every form, word of mouth to contact with flesh and disease

We never fail commit suicide every minute of our lives
Until finally, we are reborn with the next sunrise
Passed down for generations, as no child fails to be desensitized

Our minds diluted by unsubstantial sensations
A desire satisfied and unsatisfied, labels 'drone' to inferior nations
Exponential cycle of have, have not, accelerates us to obliteration

Our soul sleeps as the boundless body shall endlessly crave
Killing for gold, man is but a violent and, selfish slave
Choking in our endless hunger, we burrow our own graves

Wandering Scarlet

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