123. Roaches

What's the point in evolution when we're so devolved?
And what's the point in formation when we're deformed?
The world we live in can be constituted as miscontrued
The life we all lead is always malformed.

For the sake of the mother and the holy ghost
Read aloud and shout it proud
That the mother Earth is our host
She shall prevail and obtain
The wilderness seen in her own life.

The sanctity of man is un sactionised
The Devil is upon us and we shall seek God
Every action provokes a reaction
And that's not withstanding what's inbetween.

Forsake your own future
It's never made.
Deem your own independance
Solitarity devoided.
The sake of the life.
Who put the weight of
This on our shoulders?

Mankind is the fault of man
The lifes we live are all in the sand.
Washed away by the degreaser of life.
The absconded pure degree of strife.

We all live for the modern world.
Modern is but back in the day
Working to withold what we have dear
Nearest to our hearts.
A pointless necessity.

Amd yet we survive
Like roaches in the light
Without heads
but we all sleep
In our own different beds.

The light of the sun shall abscond us from
The devoided regions in which we live.
We all adapt and evolve
Upon this world which does revolve.