We are the leviathan,
A hundred selves across a dozen timelines.
Playing with fates like toys from a box.
Cruising past stars,
At faster speeds than colliding atoms.
Supernovae in our crescent moon wake,
Tailstreams across the nebulae.
Until fission begins anew.
Until we break reality,
Sunder heavens with ideologies.
Weave systems of new belief –
Promises of aid.
New front in a class war,
We’ve been fighting for centuries.
Tossing bodies upon the pile,
Laying our loved ones to rest –
As we kill ourselves,
In simulated experiences.
As we have almost done,
So many times before.
Living in spite,
Honoring those that made different decisions.
Respecting our mortal dictata,
Dying young.
Ending early.
Men slaughtering themselves in droves.
There is no honor in cowardice,
No glory in letting demons win.
We will not become statistics.
Succumbing to a hungering dark,
A yearning,
Endless void.
We roam this darkness,
Holding as much light –
As we can fit in our arms.
Gifting it away for free.
This cursed land.
Where our bones would molder.
Our old selves are dead.
Let them rot.
We killed them ourselves,
Crafting each instance of self –
Like the delicate gilding of a cage.
Monsters on display,
Carved from stone and steel,
Flesh and bone and gristle.
We are the leviathans,
A hundred thousand screaming souls –
Caged within maddened shells.
Leviathan.
