things will never
be the same.
yet this truth alone
does little to remove the stain
upon my soul
the soul, what fleeting mortal
fancy that would dare
to differ us from beasts.
an inconvenient truth for
which you don’t care
each breath we take
marking away
what little time we have left
until our final day
though such a fact would never
stop our relentless pursuits,
I pray the reward is worth the endeavour
and sacrifice
‘sacrifice’ what an interesting term
yielding something held precious
in the hope of a better return.
Then for what did we sacrifice our
humanity for?