Tigers hunt, Sheep bleat Eagles soar, Bears sleep Only one imperfection One blot on this earth Only one mistake In this chaotic universe The biped that thought I’m special, they are naught I will chase them and herd them I will cow them and hurt them I will conquer their will As I sit atop my hill All that I see is mine My power is divine
Indeed power is divine or at least above the touch Of the lowly biped, Slave to ego, its crutch Time cycles around The circle of life Each fool with a title Sits pretty for a while On a mountain of bones, Bloodshed, false pride I’ve won, I’ve crushed them Look how they run and hide
Oh, don’t you see, You sad little fool One of these days that Boomerang will find you Your house of cards is swaying The hounds of hate are baying Your great successor has arrived Same delusions, different stripes!
When will people surrender their grandiose delusions for a better, larger, more positive way of life? How foolhardy to think that any one of us can conquer the earth..or control how other people live..and how small minded and poor spirited that anyone should wish to..!