For Sport And Profit

For sport and profit ongoing nonstop,
Becomes a part of life.
Comparing,
From Sunrise to Sunset with others.
In an unending competition.
As to who has what and who has not.
For sport and profit.

And for sport and profit,
Fed to feed a selfish wanting just to be seen...
Participating in a game.
Meant to demean others intentionally.
Players playing to be played.
Are the only ones,
Who pocket from what they market.
Worthless to them from pennies to make.
Yet valued more,
Than the lives of human beings.
Left addicted as if they ultimately benefit...
For receiving less to expect,
A paying more to accept as is.
To remain drugged.
By any means possible to stay imitating,
The maintaining of pretensions.
For the sport and profit.
Created to celebrate the waste of faking,
A life to live fading in diminished quality.
Leaving humanity left to treat,
As an outdated commodity gone to ignore!

'How can all of this continue without life?'

'Artificial Intelligence.'

'At the benefit of who?'

'When it comes to sport,
And the profit from it to be made.
Anything human to remain being that way?
Is at the top of no one's list.
If that was the case,
People would not be rushing to replace...
THEMSELVES!'

'Even those protesting about being replaced,
By another race of people?
Have yet to discover,
How they have been recruited to participate...
In replacing themselves as the fools they are.'

'Bigotry, racism, division, profit and greed...
Has been a game played for centuries.
However...
Creating Artificial Intelligence,
More intelligent than the creators of it?
Could be the most wisest thing,
To save Earth from total destruction...
By malfunctioning human beings.
Observed to witness a programming,
A destroying themselves consciously!'

'How stupid can people be?'

'Well...
Learning not to judge has been,
My greatest lesson to learn.
However there comes those moments,
Begging for my opinion to give it.

How stupid can people be?
That not to notice this late in the game,
Is proof of evidence minds to use...
Have begun to dim millions of their fuses.
And that concern as to who the people are,
To be that stupid?
Is something,
You don't have the power to stop.
And...
I don't either.
Watching it is enough blessing for me.'

'Blessing?
How so?'

'Whoever has created this nonsense?
With a creating more of it continuously.
And conscious of it too?
Have shown The Almighty Creator,
How much of HIM saying...
HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME!
Is something they disbelieve.
Regardless of what they do to themselves,
Delivering to them repeatedly...
Adverse effects of their disobeying misdeeds.

Well...
Someone missed that message.
Like so many other messages gone ignored.
And that end of a prophecy they see to come.
While they prepare to see it happen?
To come?
Is here.
They are doing a fantastic job,
In speeding it up though.
As if...
Life to live is just for sport and profit.
Everything else is meaningless.
Like a head that has been emptied,
Of a brain to exchange...
Independent thinking to be conveniently,
And successfully programmed.'

'Hey.
It is what it is until it isn't there to mend or fix.'

'And attempting to mend and fix,
That which should have been left alone...
To appreciate and build upon what has gone,
Escalates additional problems...
Created not to have existed.
Some people are born to self destruction.
Why refuse the proof and evidence of this,
Clearly presented.
To delude,
And kept to keep the fiction of what?
Truth? Reality?
Please.
Come on.
I had more fun when I was humorless.'