Kill, or be killed

From the depths of a hollow within
to the outlines of creation.
To heath, these whispering words speak
antecedent, kill or be killed.

Had been man corrupted,
your ideals too could be declared.
Your descendants are too afraid.

Formless,
unsustainable he has collected
weapons that will be instrumental.
For him war and peace resemble
to her modern liking.
She, an earthly pious woman
who dares to give him birth.
Nature's bodily manners are cruel
and her looks are striking.

Kill, or be killed,
the modern lesson
forbidden to government
through their children in their passing
cope with naivete.
When those who follow are willing to kill,
those protesting powerless.

Something wholesome
remnant
in spherical injunction
that the lazy cannot ascertain
in losing their lives
to wonder, to boredom.

It is sin
which leaves them.
to perish in nothingness
and celebrates triumphant
with the usual human ways.
Man and woman, they come together
in the framework
of the present
for them,
now danger is to survival
to kill, or be killed.

And nature will ever remain
quiet and fragmented,
for life has devoured it since its genesis,
since its existence.