For Sweet Love of Planet Earth all human beings must die.

We’re all afflicted with a heinous curse.
Metacognition, now what could be worse?
Than to constantly question the meaning of life?
Eternally asking for answers to «Why?»
What will become of us? Will we evolve?
We seem to create more problems than we solve.
Will we be angels above endless sky?
Or do we decay from the moment we die?
Will we become slaves to machines we create?
Will we succumb to our penchant for hate?
Will we destroy our own genetic code?
What will become of us years down the road?
Can we undo the deal that we struck out of fear?
Raping the globe, sobbing «the end is near!»?
Can we stand to look towards blinding light?
Or will we extinguish it out of spite?
Will we succeed reaching into deep space?
And go extinct breeding with alien races?
Is that how we already came to be?
Martian DNA in our family tree?
Why do we always ignore those in need?
And keep selling out to insatiable greed?
When we kill ourselves off, will all species join?
Does their fate even rest on the flip if a coin?
Or are we already collectively doomed?
Walking-dead marching towards our final tomb?
Even if we erase all the damage we’ve done,
Is there any hope left for us under the sun?
For anyone who ever dared to ask why–
For Sweet Love of Planet Earth must we all die?
We’re already dead or never were alive.
This life’s an illusion–it’s all just a ride.
Why?
Why?
Why are we here in the first place to ask ourselves «Why?»
Why?
What is the purpose, and what is the prize?
Is there some greater goal towards which to aspire?
Do we exist just to fulfill desire?
It’s possible the reason we exist,
Is to give subtle texture to times endless mist.
It’s possible, that we’re only here,
To live, die, evaporate and disappear.
Nothing is permanent
We’re only here til we die.
There’s no greater answer
To any of life’s questions why.
We’re on our way out, we’re going
We’re going to die.
There is no grand reason or purpose for being alive.
We’re here til we’re not, that’s the end, that’s the nature of life.
We’re already dead if we don’t realize this is life.
We may as well be dead if we don’t accept this is life.
We’re as good as dead because this is what we’ve done with life.
We’ve chosen to do nothing greater than this with our lives.
For Sweet Love of Planet Earth all human beings must die.

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