THE SIMP

Simple men speak in a tongue of foolishness,

Their mind confines in heir own understanding.

Their ways are narrow,

Their paths lead to ruin.

They judge the world from a perch of arrogance,

Believing their knowledge is all-encompassing.

They revel in self-made ideologies,

Until they are thrust into the unknown.

They are like light swallowed by darkness,

Dimmed by the creeping aura of enticement.

Driven mad by whispers, snares, and trials,

Reaching, but never grasping dominance.

Many endure the years of hurt, pain, and anguish,

Only to embody what they once despised.

Many survive frustration, depression, and hate,

Only to become the darkness that devours others.

But the true giants are spirit-forged,

Standing tall with newfound wisdom.

Darkness recoils at their presence,

Their essence burns with unmatched intensity.

They are the saviors, undeserved by this world.