We are but pieces of a puzzle
How do we fit in?
Not knowing our contour or form
We glide in imperceptibly
Do we really belong?
In this place called the universe
The conventional do
Atypical cannot
We are inundated
With the depraved
The invisible
The wicked among us
No scruples
These are the snakes that slither in
Who do not have a conscience?
Disintegration of humanity
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