The Beginning Is The End Poem by Rebecca Mummery

Far fetched is the creation of humanity,
The magic once real, now gone.
How our species occupy the ball,
and how the ball caters for the strong.

Although the feeble are the burden to burn,
Watch them contort through the fire.
Their feeble physicality will surrender even in the dying hours,
And the feeble-minded will surrender on the funeral pyre.

Figures with their looks to sell,
Intelligence succumbs to the vanity.
Death will become of them, and the darkness will compel,
In their darkest day, the blackness in justice will drain the sanity.

Motionless are the dead dolls,
Lightening strikes the Heavens,
Death will string your heart out on the walls,
If you entered this world with bad intentions.