We who move
Unaided;
Who rip to shreds
All emotion -
Aside from torment -
We shall overcome.
The Cynic,
The Skeptic,
The Sneerer,
The Critic.
The world shall be ours.
Your happiness is no match
For our disgust,
Our distaste.
We will pull beauty,
Bloodied and screaming,
From the hideous face of truth.
We will force you to stare
Directly into horrible reality that surrounds us.
Your smile will melt,
And you will see truth;
And you too will toil
Side by side
With us
To see this mess as beautiful.
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