In the sense that i have no creative productivity, yet i swear my subconscious is demanding i find an outlet for,
i dunno. whatever's going on up there.
But for now, i'll just keep posting old stuff. better than nothing.
This is a description of Hate.
In the beginning it is small, perhaps even insignificant as
it clings to the breath it seizes from the attention we give.
Seeded by lies and fed through hypocrisy, it grows in
resemblance to ignorance.
Masked in many different auras, its subtle yet rapidly
burgeoning smog will engulf and possess even the most innocent and angelic
people.
It is
heartless,
It is
vicious,
Yet its evil
has become commonplace,
Blending and
concealing its destructive capacity within our societal norms.
Seeping
through us, it has caused an unhealthy bleed of human ethics and common sense.
It is our
condescending glances,
Our swift
lashes of the tongue,
Our assumed
intelligence,
Our blatant
ignorance.
Symptoms,
subtle but toxic indicia of a decaying respect for humanity,
It destroys
us,
And we don’t
seem to care.
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