Hairy, sharp teeth and claws Standing in at ten feet tall Ready to devour every inch of our being
Isn’t that a monster? Or...
Is it us?
Are we the monsters?
We crush, we destroy We break, we bend Missiles, we deploy Do we bring our end?
But we don’t just destroy, We can make things too! All of us can create Both me, and you! We have the power to better our world!
At least... That’s what we’ve always been told
Give someone immortality... What will they do? Become experts, philanthropists, or artists?
Or will they seek only to serve their own needs
So then I ask...
Who’s the real monster?