Ego Disease

From the primordial sea of man
Spring the virulent I
and Mine was the plague it carried
Efficiently it multiplied
For division was its strength,
But belonging its guise
Alas, We could find no escape
And so, consumed by Mine,
We laid down to suffering
And, despairing, died

The Graven Image

Do not kiss the graven image
To that 'God of Genocide'
Of catacylsmic revenge
Who, demanding our blood,
Does satisfy himself
In human sacrifice