In the shower it is easy to imagine I am scrubbing myself clean, not of dirt but of the taint of humanity.  The soap taking away all the hurt, evil, and pettiness of a planet of beings.  Gone with it is my prison, their imaginary concept of what the world is and how is should be ran.  The primal instinct to conquer so ingrained in brains it is hard to distinct anyone from animal.  Captured in the loop of a created time, repeating forever the history of flawed beings stumbling through existence as we all have been hobbled by marching to the same decay rate.  Stalled, we no longer battle against nature but with ourselves.  Without natural contact with the Universe we have stopped adapting to situations and our bodies grow dumb.  At a thought and exercise in generations we could have wings, instead telepathic beings prefer to bask in blinding radioactive waves of a single star and sleep when the light of infinite stars do greet.  Our senses are reversed and not a single soul has ever moved through time or space freely.  Our planetary peace which could easily exist does not, we are simply not peaceful beings.  Our history has committed us to defend imaginary lines and pledge allegiances which separate the natural born citizens of earth.  Scrub away our sins, let the rain take away this filth which coats my every pore.  For I only exist here now in peace.