A species long removed from beast,
yet in the way we walk and feast,
our origins can still be found,
despite belief we’re somehow crowned.

In all that makes us who we are,
our ancient ego is by far,
our greatest gift and darkest curse,
to come so far and yet reverse.

As through our deeds we rule the land,
and praise ourselves for all we’ve planned,
yet in the end we’re all deceased,
for we are no more god than the beast.

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