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


Demons disguised as humans

But where there is evil, there is good

Greatness waits calmly to be chosen