Poem – King of Beasts

Man has built an empire from dust today, 

a world separate from that of the beasts, 

govern by a new order, both civil and just, 

executed by mere men with precision.

Man has achieved a prestigious deed; 

He has created a kingdom to his own image.

 

Cultured by that what we’ve created, 

our power flourishes like locusts in the wind.

For we are the mechanics of our order, 

with facts of science and supreme logic, 

we evolve and indulge in self preservation, 

as we feast on the fruits that we bare.

 

No more need for outside guidance.

For we are the masters of our own world, 

We will govern our order as we see fit, 

for a God’s law are but subjective to our own.

for we’ve created a piece of heaven.

For we are almighty! Creators of Babylon.

 

Fools…

 

What have we become? 

We crave blood like the beasts themselves.

Our order devours at the filth we’ve created

As we feed on our own decaying flesh in lust, 

for gain, to power, to sex, for hierarchy.

We have become the most savage beast of all.

As we gladly bathe in the blood of our neigbours. 

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