predisposition

animal humans

almost nothing is perfect

in every human

there are echoes of demons

a deep desire for heroes

a desperate need for a villain

something to die for

eventually

something to kill for

always

food for the soul

we strive

to the bone

flesh to the earth

imperfectly ruthless

exquisitely divine

humans exist with vigor

with a short memory

in perfect contradiction,

in a state of pathological self destruction

 

it might just be perfect

... but not for humans

Author's Note

Velcome my people. smh.