Indohyus

In this system of things, I feel a melancholy crawl through my hair My temples laid bare, my skin frail and thin To see the potential for schadenfreude My wish for it to burn For anarchy to reign But still somehow I'm hurting The loss of something comfortable The evil that I know It calls me to me on serpents tongues A whisper and a scream I dream of purging But as it crumbles around me Begrudgingly thanking the one who broke it I pray for his death Ask not how he lived But how many he took with him As he spiralled into death Exposing rotten flesh Empires rise and fall, and never do they surpass The metric of morality, their evils are their excess In abundance and fortitude, power and corruption hold hands Those trodden and sacrificed are the innocent, designated trash Fuel for the machine, the pulse of the despotic chains Whipping and grinding, subduing and dividing The human that once was is divided into currency Their value determined and understood Drained and aspirated into engines as lubricant for the ones in command I dream of purging I dream of purging But as it crumbles around me Begrudgingly thanking the one who broke it I pray for his death Ask not how he lived But how many he took with him As he spiralled into death Exposing rotten flesh How can I hide my face Destruction is assured, but not like this My dreams of equal power, equal resource, equal access This time we have no choice, as the one above decides Concentrated power, dehumanizing efforts He throws away the power that we held across the world Weakened in the eyes of despots and kings Is that not what I wanted? No, not like this A power vacuum will lead to conflict and death As other empires feast upon the carcass of this world The nations grow and subdivide the individual Ask not how he lived But how many he took with him As he spiralled into death Exposing rotten flesh