Ourself.
The product of our own decadence
A fierce guise that undermines dignity

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The eve that begot us all
Parallel the rain long passed
Misuse the understood until we scrape the sky no more

Save your self at all expense
And make it personal, cause
It's come for your persona

Save your self, not fallacy
The illusion of just vendetta
If only it were that easy

There's a killer on the loose
With no face; With no name
Killers come; Killers go
But the atrocities remain