From the creature, planet's fate
I'll swallow this world in one gulp,
Like a monster tearing the flesh and squeezing the pulp.
I am not a giant, I am not a vampire,
But my world (you) have created me and now you're the troubled empire.
You've lit the fires and painted your fate
And even now you don't realize but still it's not too late.
Where is that peace, that serenity, the silence?
Now this world is only with the noise and the violence.
You have the knives to butter the bread,
And you have the sticks which assist you to tread.
But the knife has become a weapon to stab,
And the sticks are to beat and not to cross a lap.
Now go and rush to change this empire,
Or, may be, I have to turn into a vampire.
And tear your flesh and swallow you in,
But you can be generous and be a bit keen.