If you are expecting from a fool to make you wise
Then the life has meaning and meaninglessness nice
I don't want speak on assumptions and prejudice
I can understand the essence although I threw it thrice
I can endure the emotions, the creations from agonies
Its cruelty pretends oneness although is more than a lice
Why to play the string of humanity here knowing all
Everything is pretended pure and ethical
although is hybrid, bionic and splice
I can be nice every time but never comprise with self-respect
I cannot allow my mind anymore to be ruined and slice
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