Haughty and full of gross disregard, Man ascended;
Deconstructing his world with blind rationality;
Coercing and bending others to achieve his ends;
Interring himself in a tomb of living death.
A Passionless blaze fell from towers on high
While the masses cowered, afraid to die;
Hoping to see their worldly wealth preserved,
To avoid their cosmically ordained demise.
Under the knee of false authority,
The whole capitulated to the night;
To the blackguard of vengeful tyranny
Who took delight in their suffering and fright.
While by the people’s greed arose their voice,
Taking on the guise of their wretchedness;
Their form, reflecting itself on the Earth;
Their futility, captured in their decrees.
Yet Wrath sprang forth, without mercy or care,
Wielding a blade of burning brimstone;
Cutting through their forsaken laws with glee;
Rending the weak in two and living torment.
Into a shapeless and fruitless abyss,
The groveling and vainglorious horde
Was heaved; wailing and gnashing on themselves;
Drowning in a Thyestean bout of misery.
And of their seed, a garden of pain was given,
So that, from their treachery, they could be unchained;
Freed, through ferocious toil, from their sowers’ sin.
Such is Man’s bleak fate,
A nightmare of’s intellect;
A cruel taste of’s heart.