Envy Poem by Mark Sauer

Come, let us build a pyramid of skulls
Tall enough to touch the edge of heaven.
Brandishing Envy, sword that never dulls,
Let's butcher our betters back to Eden.
We are the angels made to rule the rest,
Marked out by holy hunger we must sate;
Crowned masters by that thorn within our breast
Let us slay ‘til we seize our promised state.
We shall raise utopia, shall succeed
Where all before us failed; when comes the day,
We perfected, harder men, forged of need,
Cheated of our due, we shall make them pay!
And when our remnant holds the world in fee
You shall know my worth. You shall bow to me.