Human Altruistic Relinquishment Machine
The weeds of populace are growing
in the arms, and the eyes, of unwise.
Aggressive they spread, and stake their claims,
yet the single vine’s life seems cruel and unseasoned..
Generations turn over in a forceful machine..

Forceful expansion
Disguised malintentions
Human stagnation
Adaptive radiation

The intrinsic nature of life
has been ravaged and raped, ’thousandfold.
Courage and honour impede their progress,
throwing all their lives in the fires of deceit..
By sheer numbers they’ll build victory..

Forceful expansion
Disguised malintentions
Human stagnation
Adaptive radiation

And now flowers bloom scarce or never,
and bear fruits grown mangled and thin.
And e’en it seems the weeds heave o’er the trees,
and waste the remains to fuel the machine!

And they’ll will theirselves to power,
as a single writhing organism,
And propagate ’til they choke off the air they breathe,
and be the last flesh to fuel the machine!