They know they are not like us, they don't want to be like us. 
They see us foolish and silly, how they despise us. 
They see us for what we are and not who we are.
What we are, to them is a means to an end.
An end which they never attain yet, and yes, they continue to no end.
And they will suck the life force out of us if will let them.
 If we will let them they will suck us dry.

They will suck and not stop until they have removed our very soul out of us.
Our very lives, our very soul is what they seek.
They walk around but we know they prowl, their smiles are wiles.
They woe and charm and disarm us with their charismatic smiles.
They work hard to convince us that they are one of our own,
Whilst knowing very well that they are not human.
They may look and eat and sleep and walk and talk like us,
But they are not our own.

Our own have hearts within our heart of hearts.
Our own have a heart to feel and heal the motion of life.
Our own are touched, moved by the motion of life.
They know they are not our own and they know that we do not know  that they are not our own.
For deep within their heart of heart is shallowness,
emptiness, calamity, deep dark unending sorrow, darkness.
They seek to annihilate us, remove us from ourselves at least.
They seek to distort our view of all humanity.
They seek to instill fear in our hearts.
They seek to cause us to distrust ourselves.
They seek to destroy us.
It is them that are not human that have fantasies about other's destruction.
It is them that smile while carrying the knife.
It is them that break promises without remorse.
It is them that reject accountability and responsibility.
It is them that seek publicity for their good deeds to buy our hearts.
They know we will not believe them without the stunts.

There are other creatures among us camouflaging and pretending to be just like us.
 They know they are not like us, they don't want to be like us. 
They see us foolish and silly, how they despise us. 
They see us for what we are and not who we are.
What we are, to them is a means to an end.


Phemelo Motona

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