So this is madness.
The madness I see the world to be.
This is the sadness.
Only what I feel has meaning to me.
All kindness is bullshit.
One cares not about one else, you see.
That’s why I don’t see.
I don’t see the world to be ever in peace.
There’s no such thing.
No such volunteer without a prior reason.
No one likes helping.
No one does anything without motive.
I see hypocrisy of human.
So organized but in the end not solidified.
Man-kind never unified.
The seven deadly sins aren’t to be realized.
The Pope still needs bones.
Like dogs; greed; bones is never really enough.
The president still isn’t doing much.
Like cats; sloth; satisfied to be and never to me.
Why then? Why ask?
Why am I the only one who is at fault for sins?
Why speak? Why tell?
Why isn’t the hypocrisy spoken of publically?
Let’s tell the world.
To see my views above the rest of the world? 
No… I’d be sinning of pride.