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Instinct of humanity

Where is the humanity,
our humanity.

When we, a so called intelligent species
can find a entertaining gratification in the
demise and torment of our fellow man.

Then they're those who pledge an allegence
to making it their own personal achievement
to erase the history of the next man's legacy.

For we are the sole creators of many things.
But one creation we often tend to overlook,
Is our own extinction. For humanity is its own
natural disaster

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Instinct of humanity

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