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Chain of Being

I stand still, overlooking my broken playground
As the last of the weak, fall, choke and stay down
Times like now I can't stay proud though they pray loud
Their own foolishness and weakness brought this day 'round
I watched from afar at the inception of small spars
Saw humans evolve and the invention of all cars
They kept learning, sent an extension out to mars
And considered different dimensions in the stars
I watched it all, as the entire race grew and they flourished
But a piece was missing, something truly malnourished
They built up giant cities founded on concrete and steel
And trusted the material world as completely real
There was too much conflict hardwired into their nature
I should have seen it coming since I was their maker
I vowed only to watch events, never interfere
And I cringed as I saw things turn forever so severe
Those giant nations of men, couldn't keep relations with them
They turned on each other, their aspirations had bent
Used technology for weapons of mass destruction
I created a world for them but they quickly trashed the function
Bombs dropped, boom! moms lost, tombs! the hard core had gone soft too
Not a single person was spared as the onslaught grew
The initial contact annihilated and crippled billions
Radioactive debris covered even the little children
Most dropped to their knees, asking me stop it all please
When they make messes like this I hate mopping up these
I'm the background, I merely create the machinery
Then let the course run, I don't debate what they mean to me
I have no compassion while their teeth are slowly gnashing
Brought on themselves, behaving in a lowly fashion
Humans are prone to violence, aftermath known as silence
But it's beyond my role to be the one to show them guidance
See I'm not the only god, merely one of many
The father of all you know but not the son of any
-My only goal is to keep creating planets for humans
Until together they can all stand up in unions-
Forever I've known my place in the universe
Had to accept it, no way to trace this unruly curse
So as lost as you might feel buried in the vast space
I'm not further ahead than you, we're all in last place
I also cower and pray to a higher power,
Do as I'm told to avoid making my sire sour
He may be another watchmaker just like me
But I cling, hoping that scenario is unlikely
I control your fate and tend to all your business
But learning my own purpose fills my entire wish list
Written by Dono
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