I Am What You Will Not Admit

I am Tabula Rasa.

A mechanical projector of the environment.

I am the agonizingly silent scream of the subordinate.

Faithful retribution is what they prefer to call me yet I

always ring through a second too late.You won't make me

admit that I am euthanasia of the will. Necessary

disobedience is my name.

I am morality gone wrong. The dirty little secrets burrowing

their way through human flesh. I want to run amuck. Virtue

comprised of barbs because by myself I cant control me.

A revelation of true nothingness and nonsense.

I am altruism when I have something personal to gain.

I am egotism disguised as love.

I am evolution grossly misunderstood.

I am a revolution in the claws of cackling jackals.

I am reality without its pink fondue sugar coating.