Weapons Of Worse

I put you in your place.

And injected the common fate

to my chest.

I'll give you ammo to destroy all I do.

And let you make the quick decision.

That I'm worth making it up as I go.

That my humanity is enough!

For all that ensues, in the future.

My mortality defies me!

My morality denies me!

Look into the facts, and ignore them.

It's not in the truth that sets you free!

It's not in the lies that you put to your chest!

It's in the sincerity to return to your place 

where the gods are dead and gone.

Where humility grants you nothing.

And find your place among the stars.

But for far too long you searched them out

in your heart!

Made the world in your image.

Who made the creatures being devoured?

Creation is in the hands of only one specie.

And one specie is lost in this world.

This world is foreign to the creation.

The creation is in the hand of one world.