Producing all that is between normality Guilty for creating Disregard the reality Guilty for creating, "What about me?!' Insignificance You are nothing Lacking motivation Failure to act on your belief Just a parasitic lifestyle Copulating with all the dirty pests Inhabiting this world in between to Procreate intricate abominations Simply redefining the human formality Can you see Can you think Have you any sentience You can't see You can't think Are you even Incorporating ideals, but you fail to manage Craving for the uncertainties within this world So you may fluctuate blindly A skeptic of your own existence A hollow grave is where you'll be Your only existence with an eternity Copulating with the forever dead Inhabiting this world in between to Procreate fungoidal abominations Simply nonexistent to humanity Coexist with the shallow things that accept your flesh Coexist with d**h's flesh