I sit watching evolution,
Turned into a game,
For everyone,
To bring there creature from a lava,
To a tribe
To a civilisation
To a faction,
To a true race,
To a dominate civilisation.
To the rulers of the universe.
Such comedy,
Our lives must be,
If the game is true,
So now it’s our turn,
To laugh at the religious groups
Who claim the world was created,
In six days,
By a Creator,
By Dust,
By Matter,
By Asteroid,
By Chance.
Maybe all is a cosmic joke,
Maybe the matrix is true,
Though I laugh,
And kid,
Its only a bit of fun, a kinda joke,
Though am I taking about,
The game…
Or life
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