The Simulation
As the population slowly grows
Time on Earth begins to slow
And as it becomes more
Noticeable the world
Begins to
panic.
“Oh no, it's aliens!”
Some would say
Others say
that we
should
pray.
Lo! A great shaking! Buildings begin to collapse!
“The Rapture is here!” some would scream
and others wish this were a dream
but a dream this surely is not
for all can feel the shaking-
what? The shaking
stops, and then-
all the world
is gone.
“Are you kidding me? The simulation crashed!”
“Come on, Zeus, I told you that things were getting too crowded!”
“Whatever, I still did better than you.”
“This was stupid anyway.”
“Wait, no, guys! We can do another simulation! We can-”
“Shut up, Thor. We spent, what, 7 billion years on this? It was a waste of time.”
“But we had so much fun...”
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