Believe In What We Are

In time you will come to realize what the world was made for and all religions will cease
In time human beings will all be of the same thinking and therefore have no reason to war
In time a super human will develop intelligence enough to figure out what the world is meant to be
Will we find out in time of course if it will eradicate everything we have done until this point in time
What we hold so dear to us now will mean absolutely nothing in this time because we were meant to be born for a specific purpose and long ago this purpose brought all humans to this place in time
but to say why will be the fundamental reasoning behind what and where we are in the cosmic celestial orbit of the universe.

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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Balveen Cheema

The mystery continues-whether the super intelligence will discover the meaning of the world or eradicate everything. Thoght provoking!


Ah yes Peter I enjoyed the reading of your poem. My first thoughts after reading—-well I have to do something to fill the time until I know why. That is presuming my life particle rejuvenates when that
time comes—-mmmm then would I remember the past??? Good one always thought provoking.


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