Yes the hope

                      Found in finding hope is but

A hopeless creed, singing to a false god,

Even if they all breathe in unison,

Their efforts hindered by their inane thoughts,

Conquered by a stupidity rivaled

By no other sentient being of the

Universe.

                  A wasted commodity

Still being sold now, but yielding no fruit;

Our hope is wrought with our so tiny minds-

Crushed, pulverized into dust by our feet,

So large and clumsy and stubborn with pride.

We’ll leave our footprints on all of our skulls,

We’ll have an orgy on these hallowed grounds.

Forsaken,

                   Man- a disgusting product

So curiously birthed by our sweet Earth,

Our forgiving and great motherly world

Who never will abandon its offspring,

Never will it forsake its promises.

Alas, it will surely rot by our hands,

Dirty and stained, with wicked intentions

To destroy

                    Such a priceless, still young Earth.

The guilt floods us all, yet goes unnoticed

For now, because we’ve only just begun

Our prized nations, fit to fore shame us all.

Where has our insight gone? Into never.

The same never found in all of our souls;

Never now,

                      It defines our existence.

Never never never never never-

Chockfull of this everlasting never,

The that will twist our inverted souls-

Upside-down and confused by behavior

Of men set on unjustly ruling us.

We’re set on destroying this sickly Earth,

“Sickly Earth,

                         In a fetal position,

We propose to you a proposition-

Give in and give up, yield all your riches,

Bow to us now, and we’ll provide stitches

For your deep wounds- but ho! If you revolt

Against our will, we’ll close in and capture

Your precious goods, your heart- dead, we will hold.”