Roaches
Survive
Survival
of the fittest is a two edged sword
There are
times it strikes a wayward chord
For all
its wonder and beauty
Nature can
be unkind
It can
smile on the wicked
And punish
the divine
For the
good may die young
And
psychopaths may thrive
Butterflies
perish
And
roaches survive
Joy will
leave too soon
And sorrow
will arrive
The way of
nature is logic
That
seldom has rhyme
When it
comes to science
Our
destiny is blind
When it
comes to mortality
There is
so little time
But the
truth will drive forward
And win in
the end
We must
never lose hope
We must
always defend
But when
it comes to survival
Just sheer
brute drive
Butterflies
will perish
Where
roaches will thrive
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