We are Human

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We are human.

Walking mounds of

Flesh and water.

Made up of a complexity of

Systems.

We have goals, dreams, and

Aspirations…

Each and every one of us.

And sometimes we forget that eventually

We fade.

Eventually we either choose to burn or

Become rotting corpses that are left

Forgotten.

Eventually we become nothing.

So then what is the point?

Of slaving away, of working too many hours?

Of dogging debt collectors and ruining your credit because

Of student loans you can’t pay?

What is the point of being unhappy, but making money?

Will you please tell me?

What is the point of life itself?

To enjoy it while it lasts?

We are slaves to ourselves and to others.

There is no point we just are.

We are human.

We are destructive and we

Kill.

We show no mercy as we demolish everything in our

Path to get what we want.

We are the monsters in our

Own nightmares, it’s always been us

Hiding under our own beds.

We are human. 

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 27, 2014 ⏰

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