Humanity Here are some answers That merge into riddle- A question a child may ask When he is little. We love them, We hate them, Destroy and Create them. We raise them We break them down. We place on some A bloodstained crown. So what's the answer To the inquiry Of "what creature Can this creature be?" It rots as The years go on. It's evil It lives upon And soon they will All be gone The creature I see. T'was made from The dust of earth It's capable of rebirth It's worth less than Potter's clay, Yet worth more than Gold can pay- Oh what can it be? Their lives should be Void of hope, And yet hope is What they hold. They live in the Snowy waste But some are never cold. They walk through The fires of hell But when they survive They tell Of how they are Gladder now And this leaves me ondering how This creature is still alive. How this creature Exists at all. Why has it Yet to fall? I'm wondering now. If the world ends Or all are saved, It's them who are to blame. This creature has power For good or for ill- "Humanity" is it's name. << go back Raemanzu's Home on the Web
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