Triumphant I stand marveling the incomprehensible feeling of momentary pride.
Unexcusing the fact of which countless men and women use masks to hide.
Hiding emotions and shielding they're minds from being known.
Mimicking false idols of fame and glory while honor and dignity are abandoned by this clone.
Clones of this planet, scarring the world around by devouring every life as a whole.
Depicting what would resemble a man but hollow yet fullfilling his role.
His former self abandoned in the past.
Leaving behind this shell to last.
Empty inside and dead to all.
A clone of a man forced to fall.