THE STRANGE MOTIVE

What will I do conscience free?

I am the strange omnivore that is always on a hunting spree

No wonder some claim that my very existence sin decrees

I seize air, strangle and suck him, only to throw the invalid on the grateful plants

I bribe water to let me live by blindfolding her through places she’d rather not be

I force some earthly neighbours through my stomach and turn them into things everyone hates to see

I force some earth sprouts through horrible processes to finally my cover up be

Not satisfied, I peel some skin off my neighbours to serve as more cover ups to keep this facade going

I maim or murder some trees to help me grow back some lost parts

I forcefully catch and murder in cold blood variety of my animal folds and chew them in parts

I forcefully puncture different parts of the body of the earth to create a cave to myself save

I drench some life out of the core of the earth to seriously bluff and show off to more stealing pave

Now I tremble at the thought of turning all the years

Of tormenting my neighbours in forging forward into fears

Of living under them and eventually becoming like them; a tool

Only to eventually die a fool

Like the Frankenstein’s monster I really am

The creator of this place must be having a feisty laugh

Creating tormentors of tormentors, all his entertainment to have

By amoafowaa