They pride in courage and, lifelines through services,
Supplied with a lifetime of fine discouragement,
With slight deterrents since their lives been permanent,
They've strived with the right minds and fight the current risks,
Blinded by worthlessness. Restricted as caution,
With endless predicaments, imprisoned as often,
As they inch to their coffins, we're silently bitter,
Cuz help's disguised in the giver, yet we quietly snicker,
At their unfortunate lifestyles, inarguable fate,
Where their burdens are being overly scarred into place,
Yet we barge in with HATE, a tunnel of miserable madness,
Triggered by literal masses based on their physical status!?
We are criminals, pitiful, inconsiderate maggots,
Figures of general public, on the binge with its havoc,
We offend and we fabric-ATE the extent of our crafted. .,
Wit. Extended to humor, pain, extensive meets hazardous!!!
Ever wondered:
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That if you think your life is worthless. .
There maybe one of them who actually might deserve it. .
See we pride in urges.....exploring the rockiest trips,
Where troubles lurking. . yet we ignore our obvious gifts,
While they dream to be him or her, and trudge like you do,
Through the depths of hardtimes. . and struggle like you,
Never having a savior, never asking for favors,
Yet every month they're reminded. . never having to labor,
And we've mastered this battered behavior drilling a hole,
In open wounds and forming scars. . killing their souls,
See we're building this road, while we're degrading their trust,
A one sided street of feeling, and the pavement is rough.
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We're ugly.
The Beautiful Ones.
-Nique.