Ruin, death, and destruction
The mind is a self-hindering obstruction
To sway away the course of life
On a path down the borderline of a stalwart knife
It is our destiny to fade away
Much like the blue nameless sky soon fades to gray
Eternity indeed has an itinerary
With a terminal resolution, much to the contrary.
All things soon meet a demise
Despite all the desperate wails, weeps, and cries
But to say the path of life is set
One must be wary of how the soul was beget
Whilst the universe churned in its prime
Eobionts lived before living
There was no purpose in them, nothing they were giving
Despite the fragile descriptions they secured.
These mortals before mortals
Would strive without thoughts, traditions, or morals
Waiting for the end which always came
When thought was born, however, nothing was the same.
Thought bred fear, greed, and lust
And led us to believe in things like hope, love, and trust.
Before belief there was only life and death
Now existence is complicated with food, sex, and breath
The simplicity of the amorphous splotch
Has been replaced with a contortion of limbs and appendages with a crotch
To say this is an improvement is a vice of the mind
The pride of our species is an illusion in kind.
Our morals say ruination is bad
And death itself is now viewed as sad
Destruction is a human crime
O’ the irony of what we’ve done with our time
The natural pattern has been broken
With all the imaginary prisons of which we have spoken.
Death is problem not a solution
Evolution has peaked and we’re its resolution.
Survival is all a part of the game
To avoid traversing the afterlife, with no known name.
