We fiercely divide our niche from their's
My depth is calculated to a tee
To a perfection of a degree
Not yet known to science
Not yet expounded by the infidels
Barely known by the brethren
But what of the children
Those smiles that they make when accepting balloons
How do we compare to them
If we need be compared
What do we teach them about peace
What do we see in them that we target to correct
How do we dismantle their trust
What spell do we cast to quench their compassion
When do we ignite the flammable carcinogens of ignorant addiction
Who taught us how to defend against them so well
To not become what they are-human
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