I’ve killed my conscience decades ago;
What’s left is just an impostor!
When I sit on my grand throne
Cozy above the corpses of trees and more,
Fauna I ignore
Their cries, their innocence, their rights
I hear no more.
I realize, that I’ve killed my conscience decades ago;
What’s left is just an impostor…
With blood curdling howls
The darkness crept in
From nowhere to everywhere
As it beared it’s daggers
A malice tinged saliva string
Shot out like a beautiful comet
Possessing the naïve body
Getting ready to go berserk…
People called it a monster
Shunning it in every way
As they ran,
Ran for ‘their’ precious lives
Leaving their slowest kin behind
Because only they mattered
All the while ignoring the fact
That they created it!!
No wonder, demons rhymed with humans!!