I never did manage to comprehend
how society determines who to deem dangerous.
How can one's morals be judged so harshly
as incorrect against another's?
The false whispers of a forsaken madness
echoing back to the present reality.
For who are we, ourselves, to judge another,
lest we not have sinned ourselves?
I commonly find myself questioning
the ethics of any race
which can place its own existence as supreme
yet shun those within this cast
who place the same glorification upon themselves.
In this universe where all planets orbit the sun,
how can it be so easily forgotten that our lives do as well?
The passing of each second
granting us one moment closer to our own demise,
and yet it's the same story for every one -
just doing what you can with what you're given -
a chance at life.
The quest for love so we don't feel so alone,
insulting God by being too demanding -
always wanting more.
