What if we were just only figments of the imagination,
Or bipedal ants that destroy what we work so hard to make?
What if we were God's abomination,
Knowing that, would the truth be easier to take?
How and why do we seek to destroy ourselves if what we want is life?
Why is life itself such a mystery?
Maybe because the answer is sharper than a knife,
Or the mystery is repetition of history.
Is this all that we've succumbed to?
Death, destruction, famine... I hope it's not true.
A contest entry
- What if...? by AlwaysbeBIG.
525 points, ended November 25, 2007, 11 entries
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