Being Above

The highest king

I have a question for the creator of all things

My words are fierce, but my tongue is pillaged

I ask am I here for demolishment

Am I here as an experiment, the effects of the human plague

The disease called humanity

I have been sucked dry, drained of empathy

Currently seeking refugee

Posting signs looking for souls misplaced like me

I'm praying oh higher being that there comes a time of relief

That our souls will become reposed

Here I am petrified and barricaded in solitude

How long can I bear the sins that come with the birth of humanity

No longer feeling the warrior strength

Existing only as a causality

Pummeled by reality

Seeking sanctuary in abandoned buildings

" These humans are after me!"