Alone in a Cockroach Motel

Sunrises and sunsets mean nothing to me,

I am nothing, another bug in this cockroach motel.

Scurrying around the floor before

being squished by the foot of the Almighty.

We are an infestation, a demonstration,

that god waits far too long before extermination.

A blast from a bomb is what lets us survive,

but the foot of a god sets us to rest?

We have no chance, evolution is our only solution.

But indeed, we are a failure to our own success,

we can go no further.

Some may flourish, climbing higher and higher among the floors,

but i'll still be another bug in this cockroach motel.

The End

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