Whore

Mother nature is a whore

And we are her bastards.

All the forces in the universe

Conspire against all life.

Only by beating the odds

In spite of everything,

And foiling their plans,

Can it find a way to survive.

The universe is a battlefield

In which all matter is at war.

I would want to kill God,

And end this war once and for all,

But God does not exist,

And in that lies its immortality.

For I cannot grasp it

If it is everywhere at once.