In a place very similar to this,
a long time ago, through galactic mists.
There existed giants.
Walking like they owned the place.
They roared and roared.
Some soared
high above the clouds,
Others hunted down the weak, howling
in hateful crowds.
The small and weak tried to keep
to the shadows, where they dwelled.
Hoping to stay hidden from this monstrous hell,
But the collosal beasts
always made it all about themselves.
The beasts circled
to cut any escape,
Feasting on
any smaller critter,
who made a tiny mistake,
got caught unawares.
They opened wide
their mouths of hate,
and down they bit.
Feeling this was
their fair share.
Through ages
years bled seeping
into the universal backwaters,
across the great expanses
of space, a comet or asteroid raced.
The beasts
ignored
the threat.
Only interested in filling
their bellies, on fulfilling their diets.
Making sure their appetites were met.
When the flames rained,
seas boiled
and the searing pain
overcame the world.
They wondered.
Could we have been more peaceful?
made life less insane, less mundane,
enjoyed the sun instead of feasting on pain.
The smaller critters rose
from the ashes of a desolate planet.
Claiming the lands as their own
to roam free, until greed became
the name of the game again
and the cycle repeated in continuity.
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