Indignation, castration of talent
Unsuspecting little theives…
Of thought, of mind of happiness…
Always contemplating the critisisms of their lives…
And projecting out the atrocities of their kind…
In mindless words… having no meaning and even no sound…
Just spite and emotion and a sense of doubt…
Not only of the world and of human kind…
But of themselves since they have no mind!
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