There was nothing
until there was everything.
Great power washed over
an empty Universe.
In a planck amount of time
life was created and
a power unlike any
other was born.
A power misused
from that day onwards.
Created in an image we
hold as Perfect.
Balance was broken
in the Genesis of birth.
A hole created
that cannot be filled.
Mankind were chosen,
chosen to dominate
the seas, the sky and the land.
A mistake.
Rotten seas.
Blackened skies.
Burned land.
Destroyed by human nature.
Inherited from
a vision of perfection
we still chase.
To what end?
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
There was nothing
until there was everything.
Great power washed over
an empty Universe.
In a planck amount of time
life was created and
a power unlike any
other was born.
A power misused
from that day onwards.
Created in an image we
hold as Perfect.
Balance was broken
in the Genesis of birth.
A hole created
that cannot be filled.
Mankind were chosen,
chosen to dominate
the seas, the sky and the land.
A mistake.
Rotten seas.
Blackened skies.
Burned land.
Destroyed by human nature.
Inherited from
a vision of perfection
we still chase.
To what end?
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