08-21-2020, 01:09 AM
For life on earth,
You crave a circle with no end.
No moldering corpses
Or mushroom clouds.
All long-flowing hair,
Slender figures with sinewy muscles,
Able to run miles at a time
And read War and Peace in a sitting.
The sun blazes brightly every day in such a world so why do I no allow it?
The head of a pin can only hold so many angels.
Humans are bacteria.
Like trying to fit trillions and trillions of lice on a tennis ball.
Not one square centimetre of dirt left to stand on.
Bodies piling higher on top of each other.
You’d have this nightmare
If I didn’t exist.
You crave a circle with no end.
No moldering corpses
Or mushroom clouds.
All long-flowing hair,
Slender figures with sinewy muscles,
Able to run miles at a time
And read War and Peace in a sitting.
The sun blazes brightly every day in such a world so why do I no allow it?
The head of a pin can only hold so many angels.
Humans are bacteria.
Like trying to fit trillions and trillions of lice on a tennis ball.
Not one square centimetre of dirt left to stand on.
Bodies piling higher on top of each other.
You’d have this nightmare
If I didn’t exist.