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He made possible the unthinkable, He danced and sang, deepening the fissure
A sorcerer of sorts, the ape’s kindred. Ignored the caveats thrown at his face,
Sculpted in rocks, intricate structures, And continued to pester,
Built towers higher than himself, As he refused to slow down his pace.
Flew and swam alongside other creatures.
Perhaps the universe seeks its silence back,
Continued to prove himself Because the noise has become deafening
As he rose like a phoenix from the rubble, Perhaps the planet seeks its peace back,
Time and time again. Since man’s impact has left it shuddering.
Though, he was impossible to satiate
Thus he became the boon he is, But why? That’s an insult
Also the bane. For man bestowed heaven upon earth,
He killed and jailed to feed the hearth
He failed to understand his complexity He ruled, and so did he hail
Thus, fought relentlessly He left sparkles in his trail
He could give like no other, As he promptly carved his fate
When ridden by love or pity And led himself to his own end.
The extent he would go for pleasure,
Disfigured him into a monster It is unknown, after death, if we do transcend
For monsters, who’s a mother? Into a realm devoid of love or hate
Who’s a brother? Where fulfilment is purely spiritual
And mere existence is a holy ritual.
But until then it’s still our duty to fend
For the planet and its inhabitants
Every night, I fall asleep greatly disturbed
Fearing if this is the night,
When it all comes to an end.
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