Like a Freight Train on a Sunday Afternoon

Like a freight train on a lazy Sunday, demolishing everything in sight, can't stand this city living.

All these bodies, no longer human, moving to and fro in their wrapped up world. Like it fucking matters. You make however many million, spend it on shit, a new car, bigger pool. Do you think of those who have none, and if you do; what do you think? Do you see yourself as better than them? Do you pity the proles who live beneath you?

The only reason you could be seen as better is in the eyes of this fucked up society you build up on a daily basis.

Why not live for life, for the exploration of your mind and soul, rather than fuck up the world, our world, our home.

Humanity is not infinite. Far from it, we lead a very finite existence.

We have not been the only dominant species on this planet, the dinosaurs had the run of the fucking place and look what happened to them. They may not have directly caused their extinction in any way, but it happened.

Gone.

Kapput.

No more.

And if their is a God, maybe we're his latest project. Maybe he got bored of playing with dinosaurs. Snuffed them out and started again, felt he could do better.

But you have to be careful bringing God into things. The universe could be infinite, so if god exists, is he just god of us, or everything.

How much time does he really have to tend his flock, How many flocks does he have?

How long are we left unguarded?

For the wolves are closing in my friends, real or metaphorical, and they will devour us, given half the chance.