Humanity’s a dying realization of an ending evolution
To define the acceptable from the erroneous
Where ethics play their moralistic trumpets
To a world deafened by malice and spite
Where is that world that we’d be happy to achieve
The world of beautiful bliss and far-fetched fairytales
This world is as worthless as those fried chips
That we savor initially, but that fill not our stomach
But add to the pot belly that surrounds it
It’s all excessive fat, really. Unhealthy and pointless
But people still crave for it, like it’s all that matters.
When all that truly matters, is imperially ignored
And the power of accomplishment, misused
Only to lead one world to another, of more apathetic souls
