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[title] => Perhaps
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[bodytext] => When I look into the mirror I seem to recognise the face which I see It looks like me, is it me A mask to myself is what I see So careful in its planning Hard to imagine just how it was conceived Knowing but unknowing on how it is to be As if two samples were laying on a dish One injected into the other A short time after we see a clone A clone not exact in likeness Similar in its features, distinctive in its blindness Reproduction has taken place We are all atoms, chemical reactions Bodies built up with all these things we study in our classrooms So is it wrong to say that perhaps we have been simulated That we have been a product of that injection, just on a larger scale Purposely faltered to dispose of ourselves in time to come Perhaps an experiment gone wrong, a random strain that chose to remain Bacterial lifeforms which are created by our hand Can they see beyond their contaminated strain Is the dish to them as vast as our land The sky above them but to us just a hand Created life, how are we scoring levels Is a life a life immaterial of its breathing Or are we judging purely on seeing is believing So quickly they will breed unknowing in their greed Similar in its strength to that of strains we know as disease Just like HIV, a varying combination of these Somehow now it roams across our planes unstoppable in its mass Unrelenting in its path, absorbing and destroying all it comes into contact with This sounds so familiar does it not Is this not what we are all doing, but just unknowing Death is the cure which is still ignored Have I been deceived right from the start From a baby’s pure white breath Contracting in only one day the weight of the heavens Whoever has caused this experiment to continue Will one day decide that it’s just not worth it Maybe this has already happened Perhaps we are all discontinued strains, rejected by our maker Useless in our purpose, just left to roam the land [comments] => 1 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 21 [informant] => tiggytom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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