Extinction
everything will meet the coal black lips of extinction-eventually
some before their time-some right on time
don't sweat it don't feel sad
new species will evolve
its the nature of things
we'll crawl from ancient seas
lay our eggs in the sand
devolve into demons again
everything is given a chance at life,,,
except for the aborted.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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