DO THE MATH
the meek shall one day rule the earth, says the ancient text
but used for evil these true words become complacent threats
i fainted next and when i woke the continents had shifted
statistics scared me citing who the bomb threats had enlisted
and aside from paranoia of the ending of the world
i find it odd how small the chance that you are what unfurled
from evolution’s cloth we sprang up clamored out the sea
and now we contemplate the mystery of what it is to be
and think therefore we are but then what happens at the end?
what happens at the end, is that we all happen to end.