Why would I declare
All the wrath of misery
On a mere object
An unbroken component
Of the atoms of the universe
What right have I
To demand for it to bring forth
Noble emotions it knows not exist

Indeed why would I
Wish all those feelings of ill will
That erupt like tiny needles through skin
On another person-
They too are
Just what I am
Playthings. Only that.


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