The Legend of Met (Sin 8)
"I look out and I see.... I sure am not impressed. Too many defectives. I laugh if this Your best. "Men like me in decay. We're aging and dying. Freaks and disease come, always, Suffering and crying. "For fertile wombs, no stops On how many runts produced. Folks too many, not crops. Clans in pain, I deduce. "Nature too has its lacks. Some trees die when too dense. Rare birds eaten by cats. God's glory? What nonsense. "So I turn to science And benders of the law. We're left thinning the dense And... Sign in to see full entry.