adam71099

Life Oh the futility of it all We exist on this plane knowing That we are doomed That one day, all will end Be it fated in the annuls of time Or wrought by ourselves We do not know We can only wait But this waiting Oh, such time we do not put to waste It is here, in this indefinite purgatory, that our lives are found Stitches in the fabric of humanity, all sewn in to the tapestry of being Ever Weaving Ever Growing In all directions this masterpiece grows Expanding knowledge Enriching life But this growth is a dangerous thing For every inch added is one inch closer to the flame The flame of war, the flame of strife This is the flame that scor