“The last Words”

You’ll never know when life comes to an end.
I have to decend.

The greenery of mother natures venture will someday
rule the conjested world.

Savage beasts roam, striving for hunger.

The creation on man-like neanderthals fighting for survivial.

Dots from above
we are controlled, as if the buttons of God.

Justify the agony.

Impossible, you are me, and me are molds of flesh,
ready to mesh.