Ancient creator
Tyrannical mother
Great equalizer
Of birth and death
Each soul granted
Either gift or curse
Favoring the strong
And claiming back the weak
Suffering holds the key to the truth
Will you stand strong
Or beg her to soothe
The unbearable pain
Of Existence
The struggle for survival
So persistent
She will gladly swallow you whole
The moment you admit defeat
For it is her role
To eliminate the meek
Now the victors feast in excess
Consuming her without rest
‘Tis a grave mistake indeed
To reap without sowing seed
When subsistence turns to opulence
The will of nature reverses
Once her children, now invaders
In her eyes ‘tis death we deserve
Will we stop gouging our dying mother?
Or be gluttons with her flesh and blood?