Posthuman

What tis' the work of man to leave a testament to his grand plans, the usurper of the throne eternal is, man! The after image of a lost god left a cold planet our former mother, Mother Earth. We use and abuse toss aside the husk of humanity the aftermath of an arrogant divinity! We live, love, destroy, we feed, bleed & Breed? ...lay waste to everything we don’t understand no faith in our father's fate to repeat. From our destiny to our sin Desolations of our history! …in our post-human waste.