so i wrote a poem, and i have to type this out. fuck. its like a designed suicide its like we failed, though we tried its like the invention of our own demise searching for spies, though it was I We looked in books and we looked in the skies we evolved around the tools we'd made and by those tools we shall be betrayed Silently, Unknowingly is this we We are here? to simply... live in Our fear? impossible. fear is uninhabitable. unhospitable. it has no rhyme nor reason. no patterns nor seasons. for on Ourselves, We shall commit treason but the fear from Our creation will eventually lead to Our own Damnation. its a poem but i guess i could go kinda like bobby d style for a moment. enjoy.