Have you ever asked yourself what is the purpose of life-
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why is our history so unproven
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why is there so many different stories of evolution
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some may believe we evolved from primates
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but others say that God created Adam and Eve
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there are some who believe we were created from the soil.
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I say no to this
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we were created by aliens as was our entire world
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for them we- are just an experiment
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to be used by the aliens for scientific purposes
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they gave us- such desire- so we are-
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the creatures most likely to ruin our environment
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they created all things, equal in the beginning
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(but) throughout history, changed our psyches
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Now the human race has lost its every bit of dignity
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killing fellow beings as many die in poverty
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self obsessed people are the downfall of society
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aliens are impressed by our suicide ability.
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-Bastards-
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pulling on our puppet strings and
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laughing as we scream and cry
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they are watching us intently through the darkened skies
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picking us at random to abduct and take samples from
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they're recording our moves chronologically
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think of all the things we don't know about life
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like why our skin colours range between black and white
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why are there different languages spoken in different countries
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why do we hate our 'brothers'. we- all- bleed- red-
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so do the animals we kill, for our game and for our meal
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why do we kill all those that we consider below ourselves
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what is with our society
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we are selfish creatures, that are controlled by injections
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from these dull eyed beings
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those of grey are masters of our life
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we delude ourselves that we are in control
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we are simple lifeforms, we have low intelligence
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we are nothing more than aliens' pets
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we make aimless journeys, just to visit places we've seen
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in some glossy brochure or on a screen
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see the lights in the sky at night, what are they?
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you stop and stare, you are paralysed by a blinding light
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wake up- on steel, you are lying on your back
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held down- with clamps, there's a machine above you
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alien- device, testing the threshold of your pain
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pierces- your eyes, with a fine needle
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feel their presence, they're standing along side you
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operating the machine, preparing more tests to go
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they do not have mercy, they see it as a sin
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they start to drill, inside your cerebrum
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-you- cannot cry- forced- submission-
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they force a needle into you and
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you drift back to where you were
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while they cut you finely and
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inspect every part for contaminants
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that you've induced so they can make new poisons
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for the next human, on which they experiment.
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Of Dull Eyes Borne
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Psycroptic |