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In a world full of lies
I thought I found the truth,
I tried and fought and cried to save,
The rightest thing I knew,
But time and fate shackled me,
Constrained, I watched
I was driven insane
As my truth was slain and,
Foul lies were pulled
From her bloodied lips,
And they dripped
The reason for my being
Onto the floor
It pooled in the crack,
Then drained away
Leaving her hollow
But a shell of self
Just as corrupt as everyone else
I'll never forgive this world,
Or it's Gods
They gave me reason, and purpose
Then revealed it as fraud
I was built,
Only to be broken
Shattered,
Still I'll give no satisfaction
But purge the world of filth
In it's first unselfish action,
A world empty,
A world cleansed
This life will be cleaner
Only as it ends
I thought I found the truth,
I tried and fought and cried to save,
The rightest thing I knew,
But time and fate shackled me,
Constrained, I watched
I was driven insane
As my truth was slain and,
Foul lies were pulled
From her bloodied lips,
And they dripped
The reason for my being
Onto the floor
It pooled in the crack,
Then drained away
Leaving her hollow
But a shell of self
Just as corrupt as everyone else
I'll never forgive this world,
Or it's Gods
They gave me reason, and purpose
Then revealed it as fraud
I was built,
Only to be broken
Shattered,
Still I'll give no satisfaction
But purge the world of filth
In it's first unselfish action,
A world empty,
A world cleansed
This life will be cleaner
Only as it ends
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Another entry in a series of human nature pieces,
This one delving into revenge and resentment, and a lot of other negative emotions like betrayal and corruption
This one delving into revenge and resentment, and a lot of other negative emotions like betrayal and corruption
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Thank you kindly 
But always we have emotions, though often they are sick and twisted and horrible to look at,
We always have them, which makes us beautiful,
Only the real monsters, the psychopaths with bits of their brains missin have no emotion,
Now that would be truly terrible
But always we have emotions, though often they are sick and twisted and horrible to look at,
We always have them, which makes us beautiful,
Only the real monsters, the psychopaths with bits of their brains missin have no emotion,
Now that would be truly terrible