The Demise Of The Race Called Humans {a Rant} Poem by Vice Haunt

Mercy died with humanity and wrath took it's place
Hollow shells aren't people
Pity for emptiness is pointless
When the lines between reality and fantasy fuse
The world becomes fake
A memory of the truth
A shadow of the past
Utopia is relative to the viewer
and so it becomes indefinite
The dream to reach the undefined causes
Beings called people to fade
And mesh into a vast mass of the, same
Manufactured visions of normality

Overproduced
Unoriginal
Lost

that is the demise of a Race called humans