Put people first. Belive in ones self.. Then extrapolate to the species. Humans are really really humans move matter You'd rather give away our sovereignty.
You rather have a lord over us.
Built from hope that the point is above
That one man up man ship passing along our own responsibilities.
That the pain of loss will be soothed in eternity.
Following lore from a hide bound tome
In a society that law is determind by precedent and horror.
Humanity can't grow or rise to fulfill.
The potential bound up in the naught to see here.
What do you think..
Is left after death?
What sorts of energies cohere to form spiristantial beings after physics gives way?
Feelings dissapate their chemical effect.
How then..
Could a lord of that particular stuff..
Feel anything. Understand us.. Hold the line of the ultimate judge.
It's cold in the void..
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