The Imperishable Stars Are Sickened

For aeons has the hubris of man

Risen up as a foul stench

Offensive in the nostrils of the gods

Before the aweful thrones of eternity

A ghastly multitude of haggard spectres

Countless victims of the vast crimes of humanity

Have gathered around the gates of the underworld

Entreating for retribution

The filth and corruption

Of the sins of all mankind

Enshrouding our skies with an impervious evil

The impeccable stars

Deny their luminescence unto the wicked

The immaculate stars are revolted

From the vile rites our homage pays

We have become the shame of our creators

Disavowed, disowned, renounced

The gods have turned away in disgust

We who have dared to ape the grandeur

Of the great company of gods

Striving vainly atrivalship

With they who hold the universe in chains

Sekhmet whose fierce eye is the burning sun

From whose mouth bursts forth cataracts of fire

Laments not for our fate

When finally the aged Ra repents of his failed creations

Exhausting his core violently igniting

In agonizing death throes

Consuming our barren and scorched earth

In a blinding flash of incandescence

We who dared to covet the immortality of the gods

Envious of their dominion over the cosmos

Though it availeth us naught

The imperishable stars are sickened

They shun and despise the perverse abomination

That is humankind