replaceable

Replaceable

 

 

Standing on the corner of the world, looking down on your planet,

Are you a god into humanity hurled? Watching us procreate and man it,

 

Believing only you have the right, to allow your subjects to think,

Any upset will feel your wrath and might, fear hovering on the brink,

 

Annihilation for those who withstand, any call you decide, you will make,

It’s your world albeit manned, but your throne they want to take,

 

Oh, you will show them who is boss, on dying breath you will never concede,

You don’t care the cost or loss, upon your death only, your throne be freed,

 

For you are master of all stood there, they know not of anything lest you decree,

As you rule with word and fear, some minions look and truly see,

 

Beware the calf who drinks too much, his body grows large and strong,

He needs no help to drink as such; his aim is firm his journey long,

 

He bides his time and watches well, an ageing god who lowers his guard,

You, that cow dried up, he’ll fell, and with ease it will not be hard,

 

So stand there on your corner proud, survey all that you can see,

Listen hard to the silence loud, your subjects long are free,

 

No god are you over any man, they see just what you are,

Your throne be filled because any can, your are but a falling star,

 

Beware the feeling only you are right, those about you, always wrong,

Behind you, for your throne will fight, your replacement won’t be so long.