A lament for a cruelty brought upon ourselves, by ourselves.

Power, unfortunately, is a reality. A gun is a gun. Blood is blood. When power is not distracted by the ghosts and gods of our creation, it does what it always does. It kills.

Gods are necessary. Very, very necessary. I just don't like the ones we have currently. 

Anyways, have you ever tasted ash? I have. Short story, but I'm not elaborating. It's about as gross as you think.