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| "The only real life is the collective life of the race; individual life has no existence except as an abstraction." | Auguste Comte |
We debate our place upon this planet
Some worry, some ignore
We argue and debate but still we act
The earth will endure, humans will die
It won't take a blink and well be extinct
Earth was fertile and allowed us to multiply
To roam and gather
We've cursed this world
Along with it the oceans and creatures
And air to breathe
Our existence is not promised
The earth will soon reply
As a human stepping on ants
Then into the eternity stream
We go, washing ashore
Upon the endless banks of eternal oblivion
Our self important species will be gone
And only for a moment did we have our chance
To ascend, rather than live in the depths
Slaughtering each other
Being born simply to die
Perhaps for parts
Or vacuumed out of the womb
Without caution
Our beliefs that we are mighty
Comes from the fact
That we believe ourselves intelligent
But we have not given earth thanks
Only a curse
We are nothing more
We'll soon see
How mighty we've become
We'll reproduce life
But we'll deny it humanity
We'll make it in a petri dishes
We'll clone ourselves
And harvest the parts
If we change perhaps we'll survive as a species
But it is uncertain
And no one gets out alive
No one
