The Mark of Man
Let there be light, within the unkempt shadows of solitude
As God discerned a flurry of images into his polished view
Upon it too, vastly gazed creations of newfound creatures
Pristine oceans swallowed the mouths of grounded features
A world of entities to fulfill the lust of God's expectation
Had failed to satisfy the confines of his mind to admiration
His hand's creation, instilled unto him the threads of heaven
To let beings in the image of him opress and shed breath in
A brief brush of dust onto God's canvas branded mankind
The divine right of life into his children to be sanded by time
Candid but fine, we reigned with riches and sought bounties
Glorifying God's feat with deceit, a flood of sin was amounting
Our profound King, fell before the hands of his own creation
Stationed with Satan below the depths of known acquaintance
Reincarnation of his soul in us brought torment to this iniquity
Scaring the face of our father's emblem, the blood trickles deep
As our sickle reaped at beauty's feet conquering all before us
Piercing our own pictues into the corners of what we tore up
A sea short of, what was once a world of immense splendor
Is now a universe of mockery to the hands of man's inventor
Skyscrapers of flame and fury, part of the scars that we dealt
Are shards felt wthin the veins of Earth itself to resemble hell
Stagnant water reflecting embers of brushfire upon its plains
All because the desire for gain breeched beyond and decayed
We haunted this place, exposing all but ourselves to extinction
Instead of harmonzing with the voice Mother Nature singed in
Ourselves are all we're in sync with, we've erased its beauty
Like a walking disease upon the crates of earth defacing truly
Our duty, the first incision that marked the start of our species
Ceased the heartbeat of nature, bringing an end to its breathing
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