Evolved To Die
Not my God
Not my saviour
Not my love
Not my pleasure
we could have been better
but for humanity
imagine free
and what we could have been
too late
no time to fix
just dust
sitting on bricks
pride before our stumble
lost our humble
none to hear the storm rumble
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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