Familiar, This Contemptuous Spirit

Familiar, this contemptuous spirit.
With masks of fallacy, responsibility is a game, as hypocritical roles define the anticipation of competition.
Persistent grandiosity of sinful metaphors, parables, principles, and dualities corrupt any ethical code of morality.
Ignorance, as errors of others are accepted, establishes dominance, while presence is taken for granted.
Inexperience makes way for the ease of arrogance and haughtiness.
Ruling delusion reassures madness, as the necessity to judge is mistaken for traits, attributes, and characteristics of personality.
Whims of intellect lobby in the hierarchy of lore and exaggeration.
There is no other literal, physical, carnal fact of resource to cite quite like this identity.
Special, unique, individual, warped.
Only the aesthetic of pride is here, to serve, and exalt opinion.
As relative as regulating patterns of imbalance in emotion, lies are willingly believed.
If fault is found, point a finger, and nullify insecurity in self.
Knowledge of good and evil is supreme, in its subjective persuasion.
Looking in the mirror, blinded by twisted allusions of temporary acceptance, dramatic vainglory reflects.
Dismiss, and forget the subconscious, as bias deceives depth-perception with importance of stature.
Nothing can collapse a contradiction when the bliss of misconception allows for stereotype and over-generalization.
A thieving inquisition shifts topics of conversation into slander, as the question of innocence loses progress and memory in logic and connotation.
Partiality in hypothesis suggests reinforcement of oppression to consideration.
Provocative themes of betrayal and defense, rather than sharing in relation.
Dynamics and constructs of communication are ravaged for ego.
Bigoted abuse is an exception of accreditation in exemplification.
Vague, redundant observation, numb at the core.
Literacy and art, enslaved to the witness of human nature, is an expression of decay.
Stagnant reasons, excuses, and justifications cover the visage of free imagination with a black veil of tangents.
Dark, evil intonations overshadow the purity of joy.
Deep, vocal inflections of death and obscurity confirm the sacrifice of happiness for insanity.
Common simplicity, in the affliction of each other, for the pleasure of sense, has forsaken any honesty, or true purpose.
Sarcasm, satire, and facetiousness consume the passing time with naysaying.
Bickering, arguing, and debating divide, with the lack of a meek temperament.
Dumbfounding, the ironic virtue of unity, in the recesses of influence and imitation, seems to validate mockery and scorn, to belong.
Objection represents a notion of asserted, confused, chaotic, irregular thought process that conveys the separation of humanity.
Everyone has their own ideas of right and wrong, even though they're never wrong.
To be humble, teachable, and thankful, is thrown aside for the mistake of giving quick advice without listening.
Audacity of derision, rather than veracity of remorse, is a substitute for potential forgiveness.
Understanding and awareness are polluted with laziness, and a lack of wisdom in conduct, for the sake of getting extravagance.
The focal point of an attention span is to seek gratification.
Disciplined, routine, internal structure chases the wind that fuels the fire of greed, burning in jealousy, bitterness, and envy, towards destruction.
Hollow idolatry echoes the emptiness of covetousness that tricks and mesmerizes the soul unto the grave.
Almighty nothingness of mankind, to be forgotten in time, lost to motive and intent, which is an introversion to uplift its resemblance.
Perverted, distorted, sick, constantly recycling.
Such a torturous disposition is evident, only to be comforted by it's own repetition.
Love is merely fulfilling wants, lusts, and desires, to be convinced that all is well, rather than outgoing concern.
Babylon's context, the shallow projection of care, inherited by tradition, is astounding to fathom, in it's captivity.
Wild astonishment comes to the surface, as the bewildering prospect of this reality causes uncertainty.
Admitting wrong would result in a mid-life crisis.
All that is left, a brief, passing moment, in the scheme of eternity.
Futile, feeble, yet grand, in its own eyes, is the mind.
Unable to conceive the universe, yet so great, in its limited comprehension.
Vast creation eludes the best-guess scenarios of our pompous existence.