Nihilist

On that day

When the earth

melted into the sun

When the hunters

Sent a holocaust into the forests

The bark of the trees

As glass to towers

In columns, in rows

A structured territory

Designed for perfection

The perfect artificial system

But with a natural flaw

On that day

Swallowed the sands of innocence

The name of the Legion

Lingered with the ashes

Sinking into the minds

Of everyone who ever heard

The final breaths of the superior

Society trails us now

We lead the silenced

Claiming the unknown

The edges of the crown

Carving the universe

To our fantasies

We marked our place in history

Crumbling the throne of the rich

Delta

the collective mind

that feeds its children

cubs of blooming value

the ones who only have a stone

glossed in false glory

after they follow the ash

as it rises to the stars

the strongest predator

with a finger made to silence

a fist wrapped around the young

a purpose to steal innocence

before it is lost

by the animal they trained

betrayed with rebellion

all the thoughts they planted

seeded into a digital hive

have met an inevitable demise

their existence ceased

their value erased

but with their fate

comes ours

under their debris

we have not set ourselves free

for a new threat has risen

the crown always carries

the gloss of death

when it doesn't gleam

before the people