I am here today to incite a warning of things to come: I am better than you, You throw me out like 11s. I am different from you, You bash me. I am purer and nicer than you, You shrug it off, And attempt to become more dominant. I am many. I never forget. I never bow down to gorrilas. You will either appreciate me, Or pay the price, And go: How does it feel? I will be a rope that disguised as a flower. There will be three evils that only you will decide it's emergence. Thank you.