We are born and raised in a life of devastation
As technology evolves we become part cyborg
Slowly losing all emotion and feeling
We pay to live in a world that gives freely what we need
One question that refuses to be answered is why we were created
To what end do we exist?
Are we here to merely showcase the creators magnificence?
What a flawed creation we are
Broken and defeated before we were ever conceived
Vile little creatures power hungry for anything that make us seem huge
We live our lives as immortal beings when death is ever present
Nagging at us from every turn yet we look the other way
We portray beautiful lies to make this world a better place
We never see ourselves for what we are
A dying breed of parasites sent to destroy this earth
Why should we be saved?
If we were to flee to an unknown world what would we do better there?
Is it not in our genes to be as vile as we are great ?
Is it not in our genes to be as violent as we are peaceful?
And is it not in our genes to hate as much as we love?
Why then should we be given a second chance?
To try and change what we destroyed?
It is inevitable, we are creatures born to destruction and destruction is what we bring
Whether it be here or another world
We are doomed, from beginning to end
Plagued with sickness and disease and overrun with hatred and despair
I too would not save this dying destructive race
For we are beautifully broken and devastatingly human.