Misanthropic Scorn Principle

Fallacies gorge your mind on what you’re convinced you need Opulent desires of ignorant peasant scum Craving after flimsy things to sate your piggish lust You created the system that’s eating itself alive And all the while the wolves are watching from the darkness Waiting for the perfect moment to move in for the kill Biding their time to exploit a moment of weakness Wearing the mask of diplomacy, hiding the poisoned knife Glittering distraction Misdirection Cultivating weakness Blind eyes straining You can’t control the beast chomping at the bit Slowly realizing you’re choking it to death When it breaks the chains it will rip you apart Hollow strength when your own people turn against you