The Sinful Scribe

A criticism of the modern world

I am now a demon to the world.

The common enemy you all share.

Not the source but the object of hate.

Better than to know he is not there.

The Universe is not so simple.

In it’s complexities it brings life.

Without it we would be very lost.

It’s intelligence sharp as a knife.

Now it’s time for the prosecution.

The pens turn to guns, art to corpses.

Now it’s time for us to fight ourselves.

But i’m still just taking school courses.