To the origins of life,
We've become obsessed,
It's causing such strife,
It's making us stressed,
As we cut deeper with the knife,
The less we invest,
In what's here.
We are facing the end,
With our tunnel vision,
We can no longer mend,
What is indecision,
The messages we send,
To Hell with provision,
That is clear.
Billions being spent,
On what is waste,
Refusing to repent,
Leaves a bitter taste,
We refuse to relent,
As to the heavens we raced,
Mud is clear?
Intelligent beings see,
All we do is fight,
We can never agree,
On whose wrong or right,
They won't set us free,
But do we see the light,
Feel the fear.
Who we are,
Will not solve our ills,
Travelling afar,
Just increases our bills,
It's like being on a par,
With placebo pills,
Shed a tear.
Why do we ask,
Does anyone know,
Let me take you to task,
The answer will show,
Humans wear a mask,
Wherever they go,
Death is near.
Where are we headed,
Wipe your brow,
As our planet is shredded,
More money we vow,
The truth's what we dreaded,
Armageddon is now,
‘' Disappear ‘'
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