What are we all but spiders and snakes? Spitting venom through our teeth.
Succumbing to a hidden nature, a primal urge buried far beneath.
For what truly separates us from animals, are we greater than beasts?
Or are we fooling ourselves? Better because we stand on two feet?
For who invented murder? Who invented lies?
Who invented greed and war that wages in the skies?
Are we the ones to be saved, when our actions leave us damned?
Succumbing to a hidden nature, a primal urge buried far beneath.
For what truly separates us from animals, are we greater than beasts?
Or are we fooling ourselves? Better because we stand on two feet?
For who invented murder? Who invented lies?
Who invented greed and war that wages in the skies?
Are we the ones to be saved, when our actions leave us damned?
Or should we be blown away, nothing more than a speck in the timeless sands.
From the mind of Vincent Phillips to you.
From the mind of Vincent Phillips to you.
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