Given the world in the palm of the hand
They would not save, nor fix, but instead plan
Plan death, plan chaos, plan sweet agony
And cherish Earth's end, eyes opened wide to see.

But humans are moral beasts, how could they deign
To destroy and recreate and ruin the flow of time
For whatever ideas boredom incites they obey
To whet the hunger only chaos can truly sate?

They would insist that we are beings of madness
Would **** us all and leave the Earth ravaged.
They would shout that they are no different than us
That with just a taste of power we would do the same such.

But humanity is merciful, we would never grow so corrupt
The idea doesn't intrigue us, we've never craved to rule much
All those who disagree are the both unstable and inane
They are insanity, as known by the relatively sane.