Ever notice the further we "progress",
The fiercer things seem to get;
How things once thought unspeakable,
These days, won't break a sweat?
It's because the most aggressive ones
Are the ones that stay alive,
While your passive, easygoing sorts
Don't, usually, survive.
Human history’s a bloody business;
That’s a mild interpretation.
And all outcomes are direct results
Of the feral effect's causation.
That we’re the spawn of savagery
Is no hypothetical leap;
This well of "civilization" we’ve dug
Ain’t really all that deep.
So praise the new god, technology,
Beginning of the End of Days by Neo128, literature
Literature
Beginning of the End of Days
“Exquisite nymph! Forgive me.
If my approach defies convention;
Your delightfully nubile aspects
Have commanded my attention.”
“May we, my darkly lovely lass,
Skip formal introduction?
I merely wish to hone my skills
In the cold art of seduction.”
“I can clearly see you’re new here;
A fresh cog in our machine
(I jump to no conclusions, dear—
Your aura smells too clean).”
“I‘ve the morals of a centaur,
And an aim as sure as death.
The witch-king cursed me a thousand times
(Not bad for a dying breath).”
“See you speak no ills of the newly dead
(A faux pas i
You calculate the possible benefit to yourself
Before you consider any act of love
Toward a woman.
You chill your own heart sucking the blood
Out of those women who try to care.
And still you baffle yourself.
I fail to calculate the possible harm to myself
Before I take on any act of love
Toward a man.
In your book, that makes me pathetic.
And yeah, it left me bitter and broken and ready to punch
Someone in the face, which I too call pathetic.
But what stands as the most enduring token of disdain
Is your way of spreading service and consideration
To everyone around, except me. Lying to my face
With pasted panache telling me I'm always wel