Titular Gods

I have beheld a curious strain of bacteria take up speech. It is not totally clear who sneezed them out or what mushroom spores gave them safe haven. The only thing that has shown to be true is that awareness has suited them poorly. No sooner were there minds given over to communal life did a plague of interlocking colonies mired in endless blood feuds break out to dash their progress. The same hands that carved angels out of marble devised cannons to shame masons and humble architects. They weave baskets to carry food. I have not seen this from birds or spiders. Every forth bite of a bever is dedicated to the irrigation of his survival. However, this phylum of woe is oddly fixated with luxury. The smoke of their inventions ascend like spirits from a troubled burial plot. What they make is not always for the sake of linage. Being dazzled by their own imagination is a serious counterweight to being filled with children. Though none can deny the investment the put in their progeny, they do split their loyalties between their offspring and wayward pleasures. With their left hand they shield them from corruption they perform with their right. Roving predators acquiesce to the intrusion of these interlopers with no so much as a grunt. Fearsome beasts of the field have become smell averse to their presence. One sniff sends the most bulking destroyer trotting in the opposite direction. They are not without record keeping habits earning them the moniker of scrolled tigers. It is important for them to remember the destruction the have wrought. Name me another creature that brings accusations against life itself. They count themselves innocent before the wind and sea putting the whole course of nature behind a witness stand. Who is owed fortune without travail? Should any of them bruise their flesh, something must be punished for it. Their kind will multiply furiously anywhere sugar and fat can be stored. Their songs are not improvisational. They teach and learn them to bolster an honor system. There is no end to their exotic wants and dominating appetite. They enslave horses for transport and made the wolf their darling. They even mean to put a highway through the stars. The fire of their conquest burns so hot that they must ratify constitutions to protect themselves from their own inferno. We must go down at once to disquiet them before they admire heaven too much.