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Homo sum: humani nihil a me alienum puto. My faith waivers With every passing day I see minds molded Like lumps of yielding clay I hear them sing A different song again Again it's the righteous Against a world of hate I feel no love for this I daren't dream to hope That one day morn might rise Over a different world. I feel a criminal For what I never did And now the world and I, May be called enemies. There is no light here Amidst the shades of grey, That turn but darker With every fucking day As we, not 'him' or 'them' We murder, rob, deceive and rape. I've only hate for this, The mirrors deep in smoke Drunk on their own deceit With others in their yoke, I think this world a jest Most cruel of the gods I cherish nothing less Than the coursing of our blood.