You are all the same
with your lace-up boots
and hooded sweaters
As you laugh
with identical intonations,
reflections of
bubbly, aggravating
tones
that seems to incorporate
your faux joy
with unfathomable hatred,
Yet in each vibration,
I genuinely
laugh
at you clowns
and your oblivious
sense of reality,
for you do not
comprehend
individuality,
You have only been blinded
by this world
and viciously devoured
by its monsters,
which will force you
to sleep in this fiery-lake
for eternity

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