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The Accidental Species
Contributed by
softerware
on
Saturday, 30th September 2017 @ 07:55:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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All our wisdom and devotion;
Cant define this soup of oceans.
And the answer we most fear:
How and for what are we here?
Perhaps we grew from scraps began;
Like mold inside a rusty can!
Whose creators left in haste;
But failed to clean their cosmic waste.
We, the life form unintened;
Blooming centuries descended;
Ignorant from whence we came;
Content to grow and lay our claim.
Their lovely planet now infected;
By this species undetected.
Say your prayers and beg for pardon;
Come the day they weed their garden!
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softerware
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2017-09-30 19:55:15]
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Re: The Accidental Species
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by unknown_utopia on
Saturday, 30th September 2017 @ 11:58:36 PM AEST
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you have touched upon something I think of often
why are we here,what is our purpose and what are we not being told about our existence by the people who know....
Excellent topic Great flow. |
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Re: The Accidental Species
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by xHeathenx on
Tuesday, 3rd October 2017 @ 03:59:27 PM AEST
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A humorous and witty ponderance ensuring that we remain humble, delivered only the way in which you can my friend :)
May we look up at those hands with a face so cute, they change their mind come the day ;) |
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Re: The Accidental Species
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by Durango on
Wednesday, 18th April 2018 @ 07:22:27 AM AEST
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A unique way of addressing the unanswerable questions. The ending knocked me off my feet.
Clever, creative, always you. |
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