It emerged 440,000 years ago, on a planet in tune.
Today, it crumbles, on a planet in ruin.
Beyond its decayed façade of compassion, beneath its thinning translucent layer of concern, a monster stirs with merciless resolve; its violent aggression, fueled by the desperation of an insatiable greed. Hideous, self-righteous, it justifies its dominance by its own clever psychological trickery that it itself is unwilling, though in most cases unable to detect.
It holds itself above reproach, godlike.
And it worships this creation of God it fashioned in its own image, and then uses It to absolve its transgressions, leaving no residual guilt nor hint of responsibility.
It goes and does as it pleases. And where it goes, destruction, cruelty, suffering, and death lay quivering in its turbulance.
It spread its cancer with ferocity, as a parasite feeds voracious off its host, to all the corners of this once pristine paradise.
It blankets the globe in fog of fear and intimidation, and all creatures near to it, tremble.
Its time, though, run short.