Barren
Short straw that burns faster than his own congeners
Consider there's no more room for being's remission
Collapse into everlasting blanks of the forgotten
It wouldn't replicate,
As far as sickness knows
Her Eyes will never see the sun
His Skin will never feel the creator
Her Lungs will never hurt
His Heart will never beat
So many f**ing links that never broke
For nothing
"Cupidity and greed shall be pleased of your actions"
Then something has lit up
s**ing humans in its slow process
Yet Diminished but reaching quickly
Empty gnat has seen the halo
Begging for more devolution
True logic enters
Every
Thing
Has
Been
Paid
Future leaders as slaves
Future leaders as slaves
Without being born
Joining that fateful Club
More and more
For the Earth's sake