Peace

There will be an era
When teaching means nothing,
When knowledge will be all,
And wisdom will be none.

There will be learnings,
Of weapons and body,
For mankind will have thoughts,
And monsters have hates.

Some had once been man,
Others manlike becoming.
And some from other worlds
By man will be brought.

But as one they will hate us,
For being born as,
What they greatly wish,
They had been born to be.

They will have stronger bodies,
And in cunning be equal.
Only in cogitation,
Will we be ahead.

And they will know it,
Without being taught it,
Forming their strategies,
Around what they steal.

Mankind shall be faced,
With savagery relentless,
Breeding far faster,
Than it can be snuffed out.

For the Hordes shall arm themselves,
With things they can't know of,
But understanding's not needed,
To build or to use.

And they will salt all our fields,
And deface our artworks,
And shatter our monuments,
And blaspheme our gods.

So, farewell simplicity!
And farewell aesthetics!
No more citizenship!
And no piety!

They will burn all our books --
So goodbye, truth!
They will spy and sabotage --
So goodbye, liberty!

Both sides show no mercy --
So abandon all justice!
So one by one we'll abandon.
What sets us apart.

And those who protest,
Against mankind's self-slaying?
All of them shall be,
Left outside the walls.

And within those forts,
Of both matter and madness,
All we shall do,
Is more weapons build.

Ever greater warriors,
From the bioforgers.
Ever more dark and deadly,
The battlecomps plans.

And ever more invulnerable,
The picotech armor.
Ever more unstoppable,
Forces enslaved.

And the war will go on,
And on and on and on,
I don't know who will win,
And I find I can't care.