#47 Are we all just animal?

ByLukas
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The scientific revolution has left a god-shaped hole in our heart
but where do we find purpose, when we think we are so smart?

with all our might
we try to unhide
what’s out of sight

we fight to forge a light as bright
as the one that once brought life

without knowing the path that’s right
we rush to reach new heights
in spite
of the world we feel inside

until the wind brings a storm
the earth shakes
shatters our home
rivers overflow
fire burns our flesh
then where do we go?

when we know that with every ploy
to make the world adhere
we also destroy
what we hold dear

with actions this flawed
can we really pretend we are god
or are we all
just animal?

Lukas Van Vyve

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