Natures Conquest
Breeding time,
Pursuing nature's conquest.
Hardwired
Blood turns to wine
Desperate desire lies dormant in all,
For life to prevail.
Knowledge of our existence looms
Deep in our minds
Everything transpires
Here lies humanities grace
Amid our mistakes.
Potential unbound
Passion is a seed
A driving force
Behind man's nature
Exists a lust for truth
It keeps us alive
It takes us to the moon.
Copyright © Tina Lineham | Year Posted 2016
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