They March

They march
As if they were a mere image of each other
Moving in an almost identical movement, side by side
Shaking the earth as they march to their destination
Crushing everything and anything in their path
Ruthlessly trying to survive and gather supplies for their home
Just then, a massive object appears above them
Moving swiftly downward as if the gravity was bending to its will
Before the marching group could stop
BOOM
The massive object had landed on it's selected target
The group, the army had disbanded
Losing all morale, all meaning, they scatter
Not knowing where to go but away
There they go
What used to be a formidable army, now gone, with one swift hit
No more
No more, the ants have all scattered away

What's Intended To Be Heard

I am the thought in the back of your head
I am the voice that you don't use
I am unused and left aside
I am tough as well as weak
I am the tool
I am the hand that uses the tool
I am a love unloved
I am the source of power
I am the weakness of all
I am magic
I am your salvation
I am your damnation
I am your ally
I am your enemy
I am the reason you fight
I am the reason you survive
I am what you make me to be
I am you
I am myself
I am Alpha Zeta

Are You Cat Enough?

If you were a cat
Would you wear an orange hat?
Or a purple tie?
Either one you chose to wear
You are still a cat
Are you a beautiful cat?
Maybe you are fat
No matter what, you're a cat
Then what would you say
If you had become a dog?
You're cat clothes won't fit
And your cat instincts won't help
But keep this in mind
You are you inside that dog