# Dysfunctia

Author: Werefox Inari Sachi
Tags: Philosophy, Poetry, Transhumanism

The lament of the naturally-born... and weak.

Jericho's Walls have withstood the pre-prescribed treatment...

Shut out and buried, weary and miserable strides

Through the dark of deplorable summers and long frozen winters

Depression... Insecurity...

ANXIETY.

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Being born in a human's skin, with the weight of duty, responsibility...

Being nailed to the Cross!

Being rendered asunder, by people I wonder--

Could they have been friends?

Is this an untimely end?

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It's not right. No, not a bit--my mind.

It's not right, the passion I cherish!

It's not right, nor left nor in Heaven's Divine Holy Plan.

Must I stay here, a Man?

I have done all I can!

Is there some other PLAN?!

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Insecurity... Inevitability...

SUPERIORITY. PRIORITIES.

The weight of the yoke--

Isn't this some cruel joke

I'm a "poor irresponsible man..."

I have done all I can.

I HAVE DONE ALL I CAN!

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Is there some door to open,

Some token, unspoken demand?

I have done all I can.

I HAVE DONE ALL I CAN!

Why did God make me a MAN?!

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And so to this end...

I sit here and pretend...

Not a cause to defend, not a weekend

I spend as a dutiful, Godworthy man...

I have done... done all I can.

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They will hoist up my corpse,

Not a mourner will mourn

Save for pitiful sorts

With their hearts full of scorn

Not a one will say... Not a one will know...

I had done...

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No.

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Duty... Honor. Dilligence. Responsibility. Commitment.

Dedication.

Loyalty...

Superiority...

SUPERIORITY...

NOT AN INCH, NOT A SPECK NOT A SPACE, NO ROOM FOR INFERIORITY...

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Isn't this just the price--

In this world filled with lice--

When we twist up the vice--

Crush each humanly vice?!

Not a chance for the weak ones to breathe!

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Nothing... nothing else to percieve.

Grow stronger, move forward, or leave.

Not a ear here to listen, a hope still to glisten

On these darkened times...

On Creation's own crimes...

I will be just another...

Not worthy of bother,

Just leave me to flounder,

And stumble and founder

A world where the strong shall succeed!

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Is this the UTOPIA we NEED?!

Is THIS the PROGENY we BREED?!

DO YOU THINK THIS PLAN WILL SUCCEED?!

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_Why is this world filled... with weeds?_

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Like...

_Me?_

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Source: https://sofurry.com/s/k1VrqMG1


