Have you seen it?
This seething,
teeming mass of maggots.
Climbing and crawling,
calling and clawing.
Just to try and reach the top,
Of some disgusting
worthless
pyramid.
To become king,
King of the filth
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So herd-like
So insect-like
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Like a putrid swarm
of approval seeking locusts.
Eating, using
Owning and destroying
Everything they can find.|
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A virus
A parasite
Clinging desperately to a dying host.
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These ancient sand-cultists
would have us die here
Starving, thirsty and cold.
But with
unification
and
order
We could set our sights
upon the stars.

N.H.