The final truth

Society understands not the true nature of the human mind
A vast ocean of intellect polluted by an ancestral brutality
Legislated against by the ineffectual mantra of criminal culpability
When will the influence of primal vigor be understood?
Not before our eyes unlearn the language of red-stained retribution
Not before the false notion of free-will is abandoned
Freedom to act within the confines of human evolution perpetuates the illusion
The illusion of superiority
The illusion of good
The illusion of evil

Of the corrupted our minds evoke airs of unfamiliarity
That stinging divorce from a sense of empathy
We would distance ourselves from their abhorrent behavior at the slightest whim.
For what self-righteous person would admit the similarities?
The acknowledgment that our lot is no more particular than the pariah we so scorn
All slaves to the chaotic rendering of reality itself
As it was, like it is, vis-à-vis

Insanity lies not in a fruitless repetition of the mind
Its roots stem from a truth seemingly unfit for human comprehension
To see that truth absolved of negative emotions
Perceived by a mind so completely mired in bias
The inescapable nature of human existence
Fleeting paragon of knowledge unveiled only for an instance
The realization that we are all the same
The realization that none of us asked to join this world collapsed