Evolution
Green slime
Alien creatures on an alien world
Did they know?
How could they know that they would
mutate?
Change from their humble lives
Innocents effected by time and space
Made to breathe air
Walk on the newly emerging land
Reign as giant creatures
Cold blooded they look to the sun for
life
Changing again they look to the skies
Looking for a god to worship
They look at each other and see only
differences
All their sameness had been bred out of
them
They struggle for life
Killing others for land, food or for
glory
Glass, metal and guns become
commonplace
Dead bodies are buried in mass grave
There is no one to mourn the dead
They are busy hunting more of their
kind
They make bombs that destroy cities
Making each one more powerful than the
last
More death
More dying
More illness
Still they do not give up making more
One day, one bomb
A bright light
A strong wind brings winter to their
planet
Making life hard yet is still survives
Surviving even for a moment
It is a glimmer of hope that is so
needed
Another bomb aimed at a target no one
sees
The planet melts into a burning furnace
Burning off the air and all life with
it
Billions of years pass by
A new planet grows out of the dust
Live finds it way back to the new
waters
Green slime who don't know what is
coming
And the cycle start over again
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