Secreted emotions by all, the descend of a nation, arise by no one. Judgements by all, labels on everyone, no one has individuality. Those of pure, sin. Those of truth, lie. Those of real, fake. Those of supremacy, abuse it. No one is ideal, all have flaws. So quick to ridicule, forget themselves. So easily angered by others, really angered by themselves. Those find ways to mock, actually mock themselves through others. We all feed off of having power, even if it means taking anothers. Constant worry over one's own self from others. Take the attention off them onto another. Some say it aloud, others in private, some can't help it. No one is to be trusted. No One.
Here is a tale of truth. |
