The Fate of Mankind

Death be a game
if man were intended
to grow and maintain
the earth to be mended

Ridicule a constant blessing
How else would we've survived
To live to kill another
this mess we've made our lives

To Hope for dreams
Unreal. Impure.
To dream for hope
To be no more.

To care. To believe
Our biggest deception.
Our love? our God?
Simple, Imperfection.