Benignity

Let's escape this inception,

Find our own direction,

It's interference versus natural selection,

With the arrangement resembling an infection,

Some may hide through deflection,

Some stand for election,

All are run by atoned affection.


We are encapsulated by this correction,

Covertly fighting for detection,

Bridging traction through linear-interpolation,

Hoping to create crashing waves of adoration,

Gasping for the correct equation,

Rarely finding the elation,


Instead we travel a malignant path to unify ourselves in a foreign nation.