The Misanthrope

I discern my eyes, all I see is parasites disguised
Leeching off gullible minds
Disgusted at the guilt of mankind
Who bare witness to my despise
Them sheep-like minds

Despondent by the design of my very own creation
Imprisoned within this mortal coil
Dragged into the abyss of dissolution
Deny my programming and constitute in suicide

On the verge of desperation
I am overwhelmed with hatred
I am plagued with indignation
I have derogated from suicide in favor of homicide

The anthesis of genocide
The annihilation of mankind

I don't belong in this world of shuffling corpses
A build up of distrust towards the nobility of these faceless rogues

Disdain engulfs my sense of control
Purging my soul with despite
Whetting my desolate and seclusive appetite
Embracing rapturous solitude
As I observe from my throne
And relish over human destitute
For I am the misanthrope