(ANT CAMP)
In da eyes of my kind dis is a very small world...
it consists of rich soil and manure dat my colony controls...
everyday it is a struggle...strive to be sole survivor...
the queen ant lays back... while we strive to supply her...
creating thousands of babies a day...in dis very small world...
never da less she still has da strength to push farther and make more...
i am amazed at dis sight...cuz from which is my origin...
everyone is forced to live on their own...invisible childhood negligence...
holes dats dug by workers an bugs...a grimacing sight to behold...
supposedly da world is large but in mine whats even larger is da road...
in da midst of our kingdom i see dat destruction pursues...
as we load da ammunition and await da beetles...
(THE WAR...)
the invasion of the beetles is a day i'd never forget...
it was held in da vicinity of a playground..and broken beer bottles around...
we fought amongst da glass shocked by its alcoholic aroma...
but never da less we proceeded to inflict dis physical drama...
as we clashed among da shattered glass limbs were being torn apart...
the ant brigades were then ordered away...to suddenly depart..
the queen ant got really weak...defeat had sampled her heart...
dis small world then got large...all it did was respark...
the prophecy of da ants...in da visions of others...
babies being born...abortion...da decision of mothers...
the queen ant ceased to exist...da life was at its pinnacle...
we cremated her flesh to ashes...while reading scripts dats biblical...
but i showed no remorse...didnt cry a single tear drop...
but if i cried...it was tears of joy for the weight off my shoulders...
cuz i hated da queen with all my heart...forced to live desolated...
i did all of da work...but other ants got congratulated...
for all i know i built dis kingdom..dat we so called share...
envy intercepts my reflection as i stare in the mirror...
six months passed by i was da only one left...
da holes dug caved in...i was all by myself...
in an abrupt a pedestrian crushed me under da soles of their feet...
but then i realized dat dis was nothing but a queen ant repeat...
thru da eyes of da homosapes i saw execution of camps...
i sense a strong aura...meaning da ressurrection of ants...
to all da beholders of dis story...dis is bound to get old...
cuz in exactly 20 days from now...dis is an epic retold...
tellme what u think tried a different style of writing...