….It would appear humanity has had a God complex every since protruding brows was in fashion, when caves was our mansions, and the woolly mammoth was what’s happening; thought the world was only ours with the little we’ve compiled, we even want godly credit just for inventing style, we built magnificent structures without hawk or trowel, egos run wild, told ourselves we were God’s only child, we act as if the world spins because we stepped out the womb, and started walking, so what we left some markings, and the retarded child of homo-erectus started talking.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2023 01:17
- Category: Unclassified
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