Job 4:18-19 

18 If God puts no trust in his servants
and attributes folly to his angels,
19 how much more to those who live in houses of clay,
whose foundation is in the dust,
who are crushed like a moth?

Near prodigy

I should have known the better ... building on the worst in me

Designed an intricate foundation ... with lots of emptiness

Not caring or wither this could be destroyed by me

As in blind imagination ... I was leaking with revenge

Angry with my failures ... frustrated by conditions

That I built carefully myself ... to invent my destiny

Filtering my own tenure ... engraved in habitations

And as far as I could tell ... I explored near prodigy

Seeking within ourselves we will not find the future

When we explore the deeper ... only darkness we’ll find

It is hidden very well ... as in artificial-life’s nurture

As it appears like a sleeper ... confusing our own mind

Jan Wienen