You've got a brain to think,
a mind to have thoughts,
your heart just a blood pumping device.
You should have a conscience,
an internal guide to right and wrong,
a knowing when to sacrifice.
Your spirit could forget all wrong,
faith a deceiving companion on the edge,
while looking with indoctrinated believes into the abyss.
Your personal morality explained as integrity,
aware of good and bad you've made a choice,
hunting supremacy at a high price.
You're supposed to have a soul,
a non-located keepsake vault,
for travels to an imaginary paradise.
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