Perspective

August 15th, 1998 (estimated date)

Look at the tiny pathetic scrap of nature
and all the others like him, running around
digging their holes and building their hills
not knowing their Universe is just the ground
Watch while my foot becomes their wrath of God
Does it matter if I really care, the power's mine
they never see it coming because the danger's too big
and there's nowhere to run even if they found out in time

Whiny Poetry

Nothing Else