You are beneath me, “elite” vermin
So appalling with your phony grins
Sicken me, they sicken me these things
With their spit-on-worthy faces, germs
I’d love it, if for once you actually tasted
The bunkum you uttered
I’d feed you your own guts, just to express
What it feels like to hear you natter
Chatter, blather, blether your twaddle
It revolts me, your faces repel me
Your voices just noises ding dong-ing in my head
Drain my sanity, when you drown in your vanity
A pride, and over what?! Your petty mortal lives?
Your pathetic envious thoughts?!
Like someone’s going to deprive you of your brief positions
How I acknowledge the divine wisdom behind creating hell
Every time I have to suffer your idiocy
Silliness, stupidity, absurdity, your divine identity
None of you are unique, you’re just another faces in the crowd
A red ribbon around your neck doesn’t make you distinctive
It just makes you ridiculous, how instinctive
Keep it on
It is like all of you were plunged into a vortex of conformity
Going with the flow, to be “in” is so pretty
Pathetic humans of the world, I disdain you again
Instead of blood, Filth must be running through your veins
I relentlessly ridicule you in my head, pests
Fleas, lice, mice, oh aren’t you the “blessed”
Casualties of conventionality
“How original your hair looks today, just like that model in the magazine
And the other one and the other one, and like me!”
Wail for what you’ve become, insignificant organisms
Like fretted hollow vases, mourn what you’ve done
You’ve succumbed to the dominant, you’re their prey
And like parasites they hound you, and they thrive
They buy your souls, and dictate your lives
And was it worth it, after all? Did you survive?
And if you did, are you pleased?
And if you are, is it real?
Or did they also impose another lie?
Lies and counterfeit till the day you die

I loathed you, then I pitied you, and now I hold nothing for you
But hollowness that generates hatred every second or two