This visage of civility
Masks to assume the mantle
Of just gods
Faint is the ghost of brutality
Injured deeply
Unfair is scarcity
Unfair is the abundance
Limitless pain
Every morsel of food
Smothered with pain
Crops watered in the blood
Of the unfortunate
Living the legacy
Left by savagery
Glory stained
Blood tears and tragedy
Raze another home
Reave for more plunder
Harvest more souls to feed
The cruel construct of civilization
More blood spilt for the oldest gods
More skulls to adorn their throne
Beasts snarl under porcelain facades
Calling to their master
Render the payment for victory
Bloody hands greedily grasp
Fate’s dispassionate die
Cast so easily by any hand
Paradox 