He made the earth worth living, But was also the cause of brutal killing.

He walks at his own pace, when the world’s at a race.

He created his own life, but sometimes acts naïve.

He makes his own distractions, And then regrets his actions.

For a moment he feels mighty, And the next faces anxiety.

He finds people to nurture But doesn’t respect mother nature.

He kills, he saves Because admiration is what he craves.

He made the almighty god but was himself the most flawed.

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