Here Come Thy Vain Beasts

How majestic they think themselves,
Vanity steep in their hearts, 
Greed stitched in their minds, 
Look at how they lavish themselves in recognition,
Walking around with a proud air a peacock would grow tenacious upon,
Mindless heathens with but the need to be of wealth, 
Animals that howl from heartbreak,
Animals that are chained by money,
Tamed by society,
Entertainment for society, 
Animals that viciously and victoriously reap the blood
Of men who lie in beds of terror, 
Animals who's objective is to lazily tear their sharp daggers into the gentle flesh that is I, 
Look at these mounds of beasts and assortments of creatures,
How they are so easily baited by falsity, 
How they will follow the out-of-reach bloody meat, 
But dirty the remnants of what already lies here, 

What poor animals the human race are, 
What a poor victim says I, 
For I have been discarded, 
A lone sheep, 
Staring in amusement at the beasts