People do not see the world,

Yet they thirst for the world to see them.

What is it,

Where is it?

There is no such thing as the world,

It’s just people living,

In groups,

In hordes,

In the worst ways possible.

The world seems to be such,

That it makes the survivors die,

Makes the merciful kill,

And the truth-seekers despair.

It’s absurd from the very beginning to the very end,

But the glorious sunlight poured down,

And we realised,

What is wrong,

Is still right.

We know that the mankind is not far away from the end of the rope,

But we also know that,

We,

Cannot accept our demise mildly.

We,

Are the immortals ourselves.

We,

Are the human kind.