Degradation

Degradation

Perfection’s a dimension of the insane persuasion

It’s not about the positive, but the normative iteration

Wreckage is strewn across the human horizon

A killing field of the slain good, for perfection won’t recognize reason

This kink in the human has dominion

Resides in an individual’s opinion

Nature rejects the perfectionist’s arrogant vision

Hear the cries of spilled blood from delusion

What ought to be, must be, is the road of sacrifice

The altruist’s degenerate mind intent on casting that curse

The weakness of not thinking enables general population sinking

Rise of the dictator from demagogue, to become king

Then emotion takes over because they’re told, they’ll never be old or cold

Forever’s a way of believing they’re perfection’s bold

Back to the primitive where tribalism is identity

Anyone else is imperfection and the scourge of humanity