We Are Human

by PunkyThespian - Libra

I am the oblivious probability,
A dangerous weapon to those trusted by.
A sweet incinerating, iota,
Of the population herein.
A demolition of positive, destruction.
The human mind, holds more breathless,
Secrets, than knowledge known.
Fathomless, in it's virtuoso.
In it's superficial symphony,
A tangle of webbed lies and deceit.
Only to lust after the damage it causes.
Reverence to the over-powered, 
Obsessive compulsive,
With his or her's invincible 
Superstitions, and false beliefs.
When you fall into the anarchy,
That disturbs God's great Eden,
You are considered armed and dangerous,
And with our perfected harmony,
We will not hesitate, to cease and destroy,
All that is desired to shatter, 
This world of oblivion.
Because we are the meaning of love, and life,
Sorrow, and pain, creation and perfection. Without us,
There is no more a complex place to inhabit.
We are human.

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2002-03-26 23:43:28
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:10
Poem ID: 68629

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