overeating
I'm overeating.
I was fed by traitors who thought they were giving me real stuff.
But it were crumbly lies that had been served to them before.
They are overeating.
They stuff each other big pieces of news in the neck, whether true or false.
Not thinking about the fact they could get smothered by that.
We are overeating.
We are so obsessed with poking others in the pit that we do not even notice how big our own hole is.
The main thing is to stand firmly on the ground.
Everybody is overeating.
Everybody's fear is a step behind.
But condemning others to distract themselves is a shame we have to get used to.
The world is overeating.
The world is a terrible place, dirty with scraps of evil tongues.
And to remove all this shit we're too lazy and scared, but maybe it's too late either.
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