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Imagine a world without disease Where people never grew ill Imagine a world where we didn't need money Where nothing came with a bill Imagine a world where we were all the same No wars and nothing...
If I was mankind's saviour, disease would have no place. I would quickly eradicate cancer, and protect the human race. If I was mankind's saviour, I would see an end to war.
A place in the sky, All cloudy and white, Sun's always shining, And it's never night, Angels with white wings, Floating around, Fluffy White clouds, Cover the ground, Or A never ending...
Round and round in circles No one can ever know Spend a lifetime searching Who will be there when we go.
Could a fire burn through the cold. Would a young voice sing for the old. Can a sound be seen through an eye. Or a truth be found in a lie. Could bravery rise from the fled.
If you died tomorrow, What would you do today.
Wouldn't it be funny if life didn't end. Wouldn't it be funny if wounds didn't mend. Wouldn't it be funny if people lived forever. Wouldn't it be funny if forever was never.
#science I'm a man, I'm an ape and a primate. I'm a mammal and an air breathing vertebrate, A multicellular eukaryote, And my family is billions of years old.
Welcome to this lonely world. Once you're here there's no turning back. You're trapped here for eternity. Even when your body dies, your soul still lives. There's no exit, your stuck here forever.
Equally divided, put the test to the fates. Slowly but surely it adds its weights. Secretly marking all the days. You make a single mistake. Play the wrong card.
The waters of life does reflect the image of the earth's reflection; the earth cannot see its own birth, or lay witness to it's glory and all that it is, was or can be, to all life that it gives to,...
What will happen when everything there is to write is written. And everything there is to sing is sung. What will happen when everything there is to do is done. And everything there is to say is said.
Questions... I have plenty. Like... Who created the galaxy. Was it God. Or atoms and molecules. What if the universe was sat on a star In another worlds' skies.
Can the world be a better place. Could it have a prettier face. Does religion help or hinder. Does ginger taste like ginger. Is the colour red really red. Are dead people really dead.
How does one become happy When love nor laughter brings the joy Does it grow on trees. Is it a potion in my tea.
If a windowpane is only sand Heated, compressed, combined, If paper is only a tree Gone through the same demise, If fear is just a memory Manifested in the dark, If home is just a little shack For...
Most scientists and most people agree love exists. That they have felt it, love, something strong that persists. But who has ever physically seen the substance, this thing.
Take a chance, Roll the dice Doesn't matter to me what you get, But you can't spin twice Take what you get, but you must live with what you take God sure doesn't care if it's a mistake Trudging along...
Imagine a world without pain, No anger, No heart break, Nothing to gain, A world without grief, No sadness, No rage, Wouldn't...
There is a world, Where grass grows blue, The sun shines dark, And Stonehenge is new. The is a world, Where people fight, Never questioning Whether they're right.
There's the Alien Skin opaque, Yet still transparent Scaled like a snake. Can't kill it It won't ever quit, Complete disbelief No one will admit. Creeping, gliding Getting close, What will we do.
Do we have a fate. A life set out, Do we have a destiny, That He may shout. Is there a path. To follow its wind, Is there a certainty, Or a definite kind. Are we just travellers. Born to our roads.
Somewhere. Whereby dogs be waiting wildly. A cool breeze bending grass blades mildly. There you'll find me playing childly. And when at last I pause to ponder. All those people passing yonder.
Life is a strange thing. You're only here for a while and then you're gone again. All your questions ignored and unanswered. The point of existence, still a mystery.