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My sinister mind is fatal substance undergoing replication of

Medicine

Used as cure for the inferior growth of the human race.

Corrupted words scrapple fate over a dead body's destiny I've been stepping on.

My naked soul is earthing the wilderness vain, injected with masculine pain, brawling with spiritual animals in a Catholic Society.

I've broken the cattle's kraal deeper than an enemy's remorse

Leaving dried blood on their skin

I've got an inevitable sickness of following the path that's worth

The cost pf my afterlife Innocence.

I've got my innocence to prove since the World is the one to judge,

Opinion based.

Stuck in a virtual reality that inflicts fear of judgement for the presence

Of your entity.

So, I'm better off an Android with no feelings at all.

Maybe then it will be easier to be detached from an illusion of a healthy reality prevailing its unforgiving promise to Fate.