Overactive pt.1

Just more thoughts.

What if it was all a mistake? What if there was only meant to be one kind, and another was brought by accident? I'm referring to race, I think something got fucked up, something blew up in someones face. Only one kind of human was supposed to exist, and something went wrong, now we have all this evil and all the abuse of weak over strong. Yes weak over strong, we have the few killing the many, with no signs of any change, all this s**t is strange, and when I try to tell people to wake up, they look at me like I'm deranged. 

Whatever, this is it. Im sick of all of this. You can suffer and starve, my heart is no longer a tit for you're sleeping mind's mouths. My nourishment is for me now, and if you wish to stay in comfort you will forever be a cow, cattle to be rattled and roasted. You won't act now, so you will merely be a sample, nothing more than an example, to keep the bellies of the sheeple bloated.