2 acessos
The image, the perfect design humanity has placed upon me,
This thought, I hold so dearly,
The worst is thought of those outside of perfection,
We don’t need you spreading your word about their image,
You’re an infection,
Spewing for your power to forefill your ultimate desire,
Where are the rules for how one should look?
Discrimination, you’re not golden either,
Just a design set to fail like the rest of them,
Prepare for your judgement,
Like the rest you will fall into the hands of another superior,
So there for; In society’s eyes,
We are Forever Imperfect.