As a standard

As a standard

As a standard: hate
Firing squads of confusion
Confusion will be my epitaph
Friends, brothers, comrades randomly chased away
Incapable of being true to the curve of the universe

As a standard: fear
An arrogant West screams as hard as it can
Playing instruments of seduction, pornification, intellectual fetishism
Claiming unknown liberties of junk idealism
Crying opportunistic tears of absolute truth

We are all a bit more ugly
As a standard: ugliness
In an endless winter of misunderstanding
A humble smile in a cemetery called mankind
Waiting for a true soul, if ever

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