The Fire We Fathered

There I was, beckoned by the mountain

Up the slopes and to the source I climbed

I knew not in my mind but in my blood

Mankind shall fall

Into the wounds of the world

The Earth shall claim it's own

Without a tear

And I shall watch mankind burn

In the fire we fathered

If I was told a tale in such pacifying prose

I'd scream to the mountain for a tale more like my own

For compassion shall be our undoing

And weakness embraced our utmost defeat

May we remember, disperse, and fall.

In a world in which men

Fear the kiss of death

We welcome the cold lips of mortality

Those of strength, of one blood

Of supremacy

Shall fear no end

For it takes not time nor wisdom to realize

But an ancient and primitive instinct

An instinct possessed by both beast and man

Of intolerant hatred

Of might beyond pity

Of compassionless life

and the death of morality

I write the epilogue