i am one of those children
who find it hard to breathe
although sleeping,
feel it difficult to sleep.
even if we would return to the wild
maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination
maybe everything is fine
everything is a natural product of evolution
maybe everything is fine
become the one
become god
become competition
become maladjusted,
self-inflicting horror that burns,
tortures and defiles
plagues and ruins
DESTROYS
destroys until nothing is left
everything is theft
become humyn
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