A century from now, they'll say our abilities were a gift from the gods. They'll say they were chosen to be strong, powerful, and better than humans.
Few will remember the scientists who emitted the red gas across several nations, turning the unlucky into mindless creatures and the rest who were "blessed" with the ability to survive the apocalypse and save those who were cursed. The unlucky should have been grateful to be saved. Instead, they turned on us. Gave us very little rights. Experimented on our children. Tried to become like us and died trying.
And the power went through our heads. Because sometimes we forget we are human too.
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These are the Words
PoetryA continuation of Life in Poems "These are the words that run through my mind, These are the words that I'm willing to share."
