Brainless Gains
So brainless are the gains these days made.
Kept to continually allow to perpetuate.
And for what and who,
Believe will benefit?
As this place we know to inhabit grows,
In a fragile spinning to orbit the Sun...
Is in a temporary position.
Sitting in a massive Universe.
With uncountable other planets.
Scientists have yet,
Revealed the facts of this.
To inhabitants blessed to experience life.
Done to believe,
Where they now live to breathe...
To be no more,
Than a reflection received...
From a flickering ball of light.
That can and could be...
Extinguished either day or night.
In less than a second not to be missed.
Having inhabitants on this Earth,
Destroying themselves to have it believed...
They had been living in the center,
Of all that surrounds them...
In this massive unending Universe.
Surviving on fiction to delude,
This blessing given them to experience...
Can be replicated somewhere else.
Since limited in consciousness,
Restricted in their minds...
With overwhelming ignorance.
Of being anointed gods of the Cosmos.
Rulers who control,
Where everyone goes and what they do.
Only to prove,
Themselves ungrateful fools.
Observed and witnessed to see.
Done increasingly to prove,
This destiny of reality...
Left for no one to disbelieve ultimately!
'This perception you express,
Is as negative as it gets!'
'Hey?
What more can I say?
This is not my perception.
As much as it is,
An opened wide eyed observation!'
'Well...
At least you could close both eyes.
And lie to yourself like the rest of us do.
To pretend what's going on,
Is a fantastic experience blessed to live it!
With a doing to leave,
That 'truth and reality' business...
More to fiction and delude,
As a temporary inconvenience!'
'Uh...
Huh?'
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Written on January 13, 2024
Submitted by lpahtillah on January 13, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,731 |
Words | 351 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 40, 2, 5, 9, 2 |
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