Altruism’s Party
There’re people that cry
at night and kill themselves in the morning
There’re those that die at
night and in the morning have no feelings
Lost in the cracks of
mental strife that’s hard to see
Abandoned by humanity for
they seem to be free
Why’ve they been
organically betrayed?
The chemical highways that
pulse and churn
A combination of mind and
makeup
The same that winds and benignly
let’s loose humanity
Solace is found in things
unkind
For humanity’s greedy and
rejoices in the darkness
Then when satisfied decides
that the lost’s desert was justice
Once more guilt
anaesthetized into smugness, is the gilt
The lost’s torment in
weakness resides I think in the nature of physics
We’re put together woven from
resonating strings
But that’s no reason for
humanity’s visceral sacrifice
For that’s a choice by
mind’s that’ve rejected morality for vice
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