Father,  

what is it I see?

In this place down below

Where rich tides of life 

ebb, and then flow

 

Where beauty & horror 

Rub shoulders like friends 

And the dominant species 

Both destroy, and defend

 

What is it I see?

When the colours of dawn

Turn, too soon, to darkness 

In a gathering storm

 

Not made from the seasons

But the breath of its patron

Who tread with the righteous 

Or, a beast they call Satan

 

What is it I see?

When such creatures of power 

Create such a wonder

To lay waste & devour

 

To gnaw at themselves 

Through the madness of greed

And turn from the bloodshed 

Of what they've decreed

 

What is it I see?

When the flock follow blindly

To the whispers of serpents

Who slither divinely 

 

Into minds, into souls

Into great gaping holes

Where Eden once lay

Now, eroded away

 

Father

What is it I see?

What is it I see?

 

"A beast unto itself…

"A thing called Humanity"