Expendable
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Last published Mon, Aug 10, 2015
Colors are personality...
They eliminated the color system.
Fear is violence...
They altered our emotions.
Dreams have no place here.
They took them away...
Cultures has no purpose here.
They made only one...
Anger is expressing pain.
They made us feel only "happy"
The term different prolongs instability...
They made us all the same.
The Scientist who strived for perfection. The ones who long for a "better world." They took over the world with this idea.
As people fell for the trap and became everyone and lost themselves.
We now live in a perfect world. Everyone looks the same and acts the same. There are no weakness or flaws.
There are no souls. Only the ones who refuse to turn there back on human nature.
It's because we know what those scientist don't.
We know to obtain perfection, you must have imperfection.
We know that perfection is beauty. And beauty is in the eye of every beholder.
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