I'm deeply depressed,
Yet blissfully delighted,
The only thing left to do is to fight it.
A world without love;
A love without the world,
A master's plan succesfully unfurled
Without fuel to burn,
What fire will there be?
With a fire burning fuel,
What sights are left to see?
These things and many others,
You always should consider,
Before you give birth
To another mindless litter.

Genes are like data;
Always, everlasting
Some are recessive,
Others are masking.
But the seemingly only thing,
That genes do not carry
Are swift hearts, open minds,
And knowing that you're wary.
Culture, Ideas, Poetry, and Music
What would become of us
If we were to lose it?
I now shall leave you,
With this final thought:
True insight is achieved,
It simply can't be bought.

 
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