22 from III by The Cassandra Dilemma

Don't act like you've never been imperfect before.
We wear our scars to remind ourselves.
This life is flawed as is the case of everything we claim to know.
To breathe the gift of life you must be sentenced to die.
The perfect clause to keep the gears in motion.
Bliss in ignorance at the helm.
The need for more driving forward our condition.
Blood from a stone.
Scratch the surface of the unknown.
Questions serve more purpose unanswered.
In pursuit of knowledge we'd unearthed something far more sinister: the wheels that turn have set course for extinction.
The snare has been stepped and its teeth are ripping through flesh and bone.
Contradictory points could be made but it's safe to say we're all fucking doomed.
Walk towards the light and enjoy the view, it's the bigger picture emerging: a world without you.
This subconscious intent is shrouded in malevolence.
Existence runs at a deficit.
Expose the difference between nature and negligence.
By design we are pestilence.
This is not a test, this is coincidence in a cruel fucking sense.
Things aren't as black in white with everything now in sight.
The fever won't break and the abortion didn't take.
Sent to destroy and destroy with ease.
You are just a fucking disease.

Our failures are the spawn of good intention.
Cast down the notion, there will be no redemption.
Burn.
Is it so hard to believe that a match struck would ignite an ocean of gasoline?
Your precious dreams are the nightmares of more deserving things.
Destroyer of worlds.
Larcenist of all that's pure.
Legions that breed faster than fire erupts tend to be the type sent to disrupt.
The flames roll through.
The bigger picture in plain view: a world without you.

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