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Isn’t there a selfish desire we all crave for?
Purely for the trenches of our minds
Roaming in the realms of our hopeless reality.
What accumulates and what festers there
Is all good and all evil
Its total usage of power and of brute and of control.
Balance is forbidden 
Sharing and caring are ripped at the roots
No universal laws are attached
Only the laws one enacts as universal.

What festers in my own
Is a hunger for impeccable strength
Muscled to my core and a core of vigour
Of mind and of body.
To be invincible is to sit above all that destroys man
If such an ache could erect this desire
The elements would be of my control
And every right I would declare pious
And every regret would be food for the maggots.

What accumulates the creation 
Of this wanted deception
Is no matter of good nor evil, but fear.
We are the new humans of a new poverty
Of anxiety and dread and distress.
We look to survive with the future in mind
Surviving incidents that have yet to occur
But we think we know it will.

I despise my weak physique
My lack of sense infuriates me
How they interact with the world frightens me.
I want to live in the other world
Striking fear into those who harm me
I want my wants to exist
In this realm of limited and impossible laws
I just want to live the better version of me
To save me from all of you
Don’t you want that, too?

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