Stupidity

In the dusk of a boar,

When treachery and arrogance are born,

A child of unwillingness and ideocracy is birthed,

To a mother of a being with the mouth of a raven,

And the eyes of humanity.

Slowly, picking off the flesh of all wisdom,

With its ever-gratifying maw,

It smirks and hisses in its newfound greatness,

Watching its chaos ensue in the world it dwells.

With its uncanny, Cheshire smiles,

It slowly tears at the minds of those it promises,

With a sweet hush, proclaiming,

“All will be better in ignorance.”

Though dare I say it shan’t.

Dare I say that this promise of forgiveness and blinding virtue,

Granted, oh so simply,

Is but a fool’s wish for death.

-Kasora