I see a production line
Of myself(s)
Thousand shells of me
Everyone is me, they have my face and body
They all want to live
And only I can give them life
They tempt me and make their case
I would like to slaughter some of them
They look like me and are a possible me
Alternative version for me to try on
I return them to the manufacturer
Too flawed
Horrible personalities
Evil
Demons disguised as humans
But where there is evil, there is good
Greatness waits calmly to be chosen
