The Final Truth (Revised)

Mankind’s fractured nature spurs the vices of ruination.
A vast expanse of intellect polluted with ancestral brutality
Legislated against by ineffectual red-stained retribution
Confined by evolution’s enduring illusion
That choice exists within every decision

Of the scorned our minds evoke airs of unfamiliarity
A volatile bio-chemistry and apathetic environment we’ve failed to comprehend
We would distance ourselves from their existence at the slightest whim.
For what self-righteous person would admit the similarities?
The acknowledgment that your lot is no more particular than another’s
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 comprehension.
Perceived by a mind consumed in deterministic bias
To know that our absolution remains only a perspective away.