About,
100 billion humans,
have existed upon this earth.
And,
each one deemed,
themselves special.
Deemed,
themselves this intensely important entity.
This,
which needs to be seen.
Needs
to be loved.
Needs,
to be cared for.
Such,
is only altered,
when war meets their,
miniscule existence.
When,
food is difficult to attain.
When,
one is tethered in some way,
to belief.
Be that,
a religion,
a country.
Absent such,
be there only,
singularities.
These,
simple little beings,
which believe in nothing,
but their,
existence.
Beings,
which no not,
what it means to be a whole.
Which,
know not,
of anything at all.
Oh,
so weak be these beings.
So,
futile their little pointless minds.
Oh,
how silly to be these individuals,
believing they have power,
based on what a system provides.
Oh,
how tomorrow such beings,
die.
All,
die...
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