A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of man –“howling DEATH”.
No illness it was, and was no disaster
No natural it was
And was no gods foster
It was the hilarious death
Death of man, by man
And man did die…
Out of the woods did come thee
Were the ancestors of the fire man!!
He led us to believe
Development was a boon,
And tides were caused by the moon.
Forget did he
Was the mother he sold
And the brother he bought
To kill….
It was no illness and no disaster
And absolutely, no gods foster
It was his will; it was man to kill….
They must reside in heaven
To not see me bleed
Said the earth
Smiled at men were gods
Be any cast or creed
Sins thee made
And man did suffer
Punished was he
by one or another brother…..
It was no illness and no disaster
And absolutely, no gods foster….
Was a murder
A single soul slaughter
By stepping on another…..
It was his will it was man to kill……
For ages above and before
I complain
He never looked below
Going ahead was he
Drowned was thy pride
Under the superfluous flow
I was left far behind
Or was I just too slow…
Thee regrets
Mourns the creator
For letting thy be born
And see
Thy destructor.
It was no illness and no disaster
And absolutely, no gods foster
It was his will; it was man to kill.......
