The Cigarettes Fog Or Deaths Aroma

Can you see the fog enveloping me, You, and the world like a dark and bloodied blanket. Can you see them inhaling the hate like a sweet aroma, and exhaling the love like it’s a poisonous gas. No longer will we last in this fog, Of death we set for our self’s. As we experiment on animals, Then humans to further our selfish needs. Then we try to justify it by means, Of false cures, hope, and technological advancement. I hate this society, in general I hate human beings. I even hate me. But I do love my mother, Mother earth that is. People speak of peace, And love. But in the end there the ones committing, This genocide to our future seeds. I guess there’s no Such thing as a good deed. And if there is, it’s sure to have a price tag on it. Like everything does. Can you see this cigarette smoke clouding my heart, as it chokes anyone that tries to enter or leave its wastelands. For the fog of society has, blinded my vision. To a better world.