The Prospect of Futurity

I treat intellect as my slave and fear as my master,

 

I have martyrs, but know no freedom,

 

I succour the same, in spite of something better,

 

I find hope in salvation, when I have no hope of survival

 

I nuture my foes, whilst my friends go hungry,

 

And when finally, presented with myself,

 

I exclaim "death to the humans"!