They hated the truth, so they shattered the mirror.
They loved their own lies, so they cut off their ears.
They burned all the books, so the children can’t read.
They killed the Navi, so that no one could hear.
Slaughter, blood, and towers tall,
famine, death, and death takes all,
will to force, there’s nothings left,
damned, of course, murder and theft.
The end of all that humans do,
the end of me, the end of you,
makes little sport when said and done.
I hope, at least, the fall was fun.
Tale Told 