And another piece:
They’re greedy, famished, hungry, ravenous. Our deaths are not enough to quench their thirst. You can see it in the abysmal void in their eyes. The powerful stands above, preying at us like they would a fine piece of meat. They crave a substance no billion dollar bills can give them. That is why they want more. A skilled poet would compare them to dragons. I almost want to compare them to the dead, ripping flesh away from the face of the earth to feed the growing hole in their stomachs, mauling the planet in hope to leave a permanent mark.
What use is it if there’s nowhere to see it? Why would you carve something you cannot see? Why would you seek glory by means of infamy?
Anything for a semblance of eternity.
Not even God is that arrogant.
