I know of your breed.
You are of a mysterious order, projecting your doctrines and holding court.
The inevitable ends with your plans exposed to create droughts in the lives of others,
to carve valleys and craters in their hearts.
They scream of your beauty now. It blinds them from your feet of clay, your hands in your pockets and empty words.
You burn with passion to destroy to take and lumber off to the next unsuspecting victim.