Poem...."Time"
There will come a time
When Earth spins no more
When our bones are our story
Of the fabric of life we tore
Did it really matter
Those species we pushed to extinct
All were going there anyway
Gone as we blindly blinked
Silence will occupy our space
Dust gathering on our bones
Stars gazing upon u
As they turn to stones.
So what was the reason
For life here and gone
Time will come
Answer written on a bone
Rabid Poet
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