Chosen people

Why know that we are
the chosen
Our race of soulful
Are far
Than the rest
The crème of the crème
Yes every gem
We sparkle we resonate
We are the best

We look down
our noses
At others
Ants of the obvious kind
Too many of them
Violent and vile
Sadly though
Sharing one mind

To threaten to fight
And be crazy
Fire missiles every where
They have a stench of the rotten
And give off the thoughts of despair

We are Gods chosen
A populace
A Sweet smelling nectar of grace
Living in sunlight and kindness
Knowing we are of one face

The bloody obvious feelings
Murder the rest is our cry
Life is a beautiful feeling
As for the rest they must die.

We are the true YES gods people
Existing like none of the rest
Heightened in mind and in body
Given the power to be best.
The rest of you all good for nothings
Your language is ugly to hear
All you give off is vile toxins
Spreading the worst kind of fear.