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Stewards of the Earth
For all our 'intelligence'
We are truly a stupid breed.
That we learn and think we assume our spot.
We build our falsities on the ruins of our world.
No better than Morning Star we cry,
God is in our favour!
Sand by!
Ye stupid creatures of dust and flesh!
Make way for the might of mine and my kind!
This is the hymn we shall march
To this we burn,
We kill,
We make our merry.
All at the cost of what we were made to protect.
We have confused our role from steward to ruler.
Every time we try our hand at God,
we find that nothing goes as we wish,
our hands burn but we never learn,
And we touch the flames yet again.
So how about this?
We end the problem in one foul swoop?
It would not take much,
our frailty is proven again and again.
one explosion and a problem gone,
only the irony remaining.
In that time,
We would contribute on a massive scale,
to the restoration of our earth.
Six Billion bodies to be decomposed,
six billion bodies fed back to the earth.
The ultimate jump-start to restoration.
Then maybe again in a few billion years,
God will gain courage to try again,
to create the perfect steward of his earth.
'Intelligent' Life might arise.
And this time succeed at which we have failed to do.
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