On Nature

On Nature

Growing till crescendo
It’s consuming more and more
It cannot see beyond its window
It ignores all open doors

It’s been climbing towards an apex
Since it crawled up from the shores
Adherent first, then master next
Then driven to explore

It evolves as it ingests
It learns to see in metaphor
Exploration turns conquest
Its survival becomes a war

A parasite that kills its host
Yet it assumes it will endure
Matricidal, yet it boasts
Of how its intentions are pure

By killing life, it kills itself
Revealing its own inner flaw
By killing life, it kills itself
Revealing its own inner flaw

Touch upon the fabric
Tight knitted from the corpse
Of a god whose fingers weaved
The breath of life then set its course

Lungs of trees that breathe and birth
The breath of those that need its force
They kill those beings and kill their dreams
Then seek another source

They chop the flesh of kings that speak
With sunlight through their leaves
They poison their own air and think
That’s just the thing they need

They feel the loss but ignore the pain
And they plain refuse to grieve
They look to the stars instead and dream
Of what they can achieve by being thieves

By killing life, they kill themselves
Revealing their own inner flaws
By killing life, they kill themselves
Revealing their own inner flaws

He raised his hand and cursed the land
He applies his mind to destruction
He understands that he is man
And prone to pure corruption

He plants his seeds and from the surface bursts
Man-made constructions
That crumble just like any vision made real
Through man’s induction

Life interrupted
Death intervened
On behalf of assumptions
That he is the king

Of the land
Of the seas
Of the grass
And the trees

Of the Heavens and Earths
But his existence is perverse
He commits treason by his birth
And thinks the reason is his worth

By killing life, he kills himself
Revealing his own inner flaws
By killing life, he kills himself
Revealing his own inner flaws

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