We’re All the Same

Don't you dare claim you have purity. We live in the same den of desperation, and we are of the same imperfect ilk. Who are you to say otherwise? How dare you build that towering throne in front of us, sitting upon it like royalty. It is a throne made of lies, delusions; and you make the poorest of us as supports for this throne. You've only climbed on a mound of carrion, and you are not a king. You are a vulture, preying only on those who cannot defend themselves. I hope that rotten meat satiates you, Lord of Flies. Where is your humanity? As for ours, we have humanity so far up the ass it presses against the inside of our skulls, making the eyes water, sitting on the heart, making it heavy. It is impossible to be falling down this rabbit hole without getting your fluffy white tail dirtied. We have the strength and bravery to accept this fact, and you'll always be the poor one to wrong, in a world where right and wrong cannot be discerned.