I shall cast my spell amongst the masses,
too, as I prepare to be my own god
I shall shout the loudest and become dominant
in glorious love and selfishness
I shall perpetuate my superiority in the face
of suffering, death and agony
I shall reap what I sow in eternal defiance
of the One I claim to love by grace.
I imagine what they go through and then
denounce any culpability of action
I refuse to partake of the carnage knowledge
of mankind's obsessive selfishness
I go against the tide even though it means
getting swept up and drowned in it
I laugh at the thought of being torn asunder
or crucified upside down, like them.
For do we not destroy ourselves as we destroy
them by their consummation?
Where is our just reward for torturing
innocent beings to death for tastebuds?
Do we really think there may be treasures
laid up in Heaven for us when we
unabashedly treat the rest of creation like
we own it? Are we our own gods?
2001 Written by Diana Moreton.