Like fruit, the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin...

More like human absolution
this we have proven, the retribution of human illusion
is in the delusion of our intelligence
like venomous irrelevance.
Utter disregard for humans.

Choosing problems with no solutions. Turning pupils into evolutions conclusions. I must confess I was taken bye
revolutions, deluded by fancy words
disturbing imbalance really
involuntarily held against
my better judgement
adjustment its the toughest. even in the darkest hour i believe us as humans will be triumphant.

Saved from our own demise.
The latter implies never to deny
lies that arise from
The ones in control
they take whole souls and destroys
them,with a plot derived
theorized and disguised. We lack one thing that's control of them.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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