A Simple History

Time can tell that all men fell On the morn post a starless eve Leaving nothing behind No remnants reside Causing life’s tapestry to unweave But someone on high must take pitty For some seeds managed to thrive As if permitted To be transmitted To a dimension of which to survive And they planted and rooted and grew there And grew first to seedlings then stems And then into people Who built up a steeple To praise them and make their amends For every man knew what they owed them And all of them paid them in kind Faithfully praying And always they’re paying Indulgence to those in the sky And then these here creatures grew modern And made new rules by which to live They hustle about As they scream and they shout Soon forgetting their purpose to give. So the people up high soon grew angry and threatened to smite all their kin they took back all the stars and revealed all the scars that would punish them all for their sin As foretold in the past, that these creatures wont last But their story will ever be told As a humorous tale It is said without fail That history does take its toll.