Like a martyr to the world,
he gave in to their greed.
Like a ****** of crows,
on his flesh did they feed.
He showed pity towards their ignorance
To a world full of demons.
They deemed his feelings irellevant
while he quietly held his grievances.
Instead of harvesting the crops he planted
they consumed it in one sitting.
He sat and watched their lives dismantle,
a slow destruction he assumed fitting.
As they struggled to rebuild the earth,
he observed them from afar.
His time, no longer were they worth,
was now spent gazing at the stars.
The humans searched for him on every mountain
and in the deepest of the canyons,
as they were the sheep that he was counting
while he slumbered amongst the planets.