(Improbable Ego-Driven Venture of Delicate Balance by Kevin Fletcher.)
Observing the way certain people act around others,
You realise it’s a bit like watching a giant matchstick statue being erected.
A post-god Tower of Babel reaching to an desolate heaven,
Built to reach a long abandoned throne.
Even if it did still reign above,
I doubt they’d be deserving of the eternal life now unavailable.
It’s just a display of pride to boast about.
Gargantuan yet fragile and weak.
The slightest imbalance will bring the whole thing crashing down.
So let not the hand of a dead god obliterate it,
Their own reckless ambition for greatness will.
As such, they will destroy themselves.
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