Can answer to none,
Stands naked
facing himself,
Stands by no
one else,
Tale
narrates man as a fool.
Always
moving on the path
Of
self-destruction and rot,
With hard
fingers and a harsh heart,
A dark flash
of hate and gluttony.
Toppling
every indication of humanity,
Dreaming of
inaccessible goals,
He axes down
his own feet,
Wishing his
own salvation.
Inanely
tearing down everything,
And
breathing in a barren wasteland,
And the
polluted and infected world,
Where once
gods and angels walked.
Huge
edifices of unholy wealth,
Swayed over
bankrupt hope,
Breathes
trampled under the power of
A stubborn
compulsive ringmaster.
Demolishes
all that is gorgeous and true,
To claims
fool's fraction,
He has
sneaked into a fool's universe,
He cosies
among us all.
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