The Tower of Babble

I build this monument to man
a shining pillar tall and grand
embodying power like the sun
but yet my tribute people shun.
In madness wrought the hands of Death
a power tool to steal souls with
the end result of perfect man
a perfect fool, his perfect plan
to control all life with just one hand.
And in it's sacrificial light,
the holy pillar takes on flight,
assuming height with ugly grace
to attempt to end the human race.
The race that's lived since Cain killed Abel,
the race that's been a tinge unstable
and never learned from past mistakes
and never more than half awake
has never realized it's hope,
but slept in war and greed and dope.
With pride it's embodied the power of suns.
In glory, she bursts with megatons.

copyright ©2012 Mitchell Malloy (http://mitchellmalloyblogspot.com/)

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