Oh how the mighty.
Fell from their stool
When seen in the mirror
Of Gen being the fool
Thought them in existance
Despite the tongue in cheek
Had to deal with them anyway
As though Gen's on the peak
And then low to behold
Using chemistry of the flesh
The hoards of outcast souls
Grounded them into less
Parity for the people
Of every sort, every single one
Trapped on this time line
Knowing death will call us done.
Counted in a chain, of mutated dna
The family of this Earth
Holds our history under our feet
with the strength, and the mirth.
Remember, remember the irony
When the odds are always struck
By the loaded dying games
Reducing our power back to muck.
W