What makes a human?
The raw & pure insincerity,
Or the deceitful sermon ?
What makes a society ?
The strong, the rich , the popular,
or the ones who withhold propriety?
And what about the dire losers?
The outcasts, the unpopular
Should they be stabbed in their jugulars?
You think I am a cynic, a malevolent mind
I am the gimmick, the one behind
with my footsteps on both ships,
the popular and the outcasts, until I trip
Into the abyss , the one people say is dark and cold
But I am lost and confused , let the evil unfold....
