Oh I feel your deception my friend!
You’re post strangely reminds of a little poem/song I’ve wrote five years ago.
Primeval
Are you human or just a beast? What predominates instinctively?
You’ve been one virulent species; one lucky animal so far.
What have you destroyed just to get this far?
Starting to believe you’re invincible with all your self imposition.
It’s all relative; another predator will hunt you down.
Hear yet the groans of your stranded peers in the wilderness
Your senseless violence only makes you more worthless.
All this evolution and still shackled to the wheel of obliteration
Your trial on sophistication remains so trivial.
You’re so primeval, at your most visceral.
What will come of you?
Once your surroundings no longer welcome your retrieval?
Once time ceases to favor you survival?
Can you fathom your own actions, you being so mindful?
As deep as goes your intuition, you’re not even purposeful.
Probably think you’re so peculiar among the stars.
Yet, have you found out what you are?
Do you even know what you were meant for?
Have you been a gift or a plague to your own world?
Have you even been or not while you’re story’s getting old?
Have you found what makes your presence worthwhile?
You’re so primeval, at your most vital.
What will come of you?
Once your surroundings no longer welcome your retrieval?
Once time ceases to favor your survival?
[edit on 14-6-2009 by Exv8densez]