Our world sits in the universe as if it's an embryo.
Embracing the exsistance that all of us know.
The storms of space rumble and create a thunder,
and laugh at the lot we all find ourselves under.
With the inability of all nations to find continuity
and to use the God given talent of our ingenuity.
We all suck on our planet as if we are a leech
and find morals and kindness to much of a reach.
I laugh at our arrogance that we are so intellectual
because now all of our efforts seem quite ineffectual.
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