Towering Giants

Towering giants
Like a maze
Surround me at every turn
Their fearsome faces menace
With each impatient shuffle
A terrifying panic
Will one step on me
out of accident
or malice?
They can crush me, if they want
Being nothing
Feeling nothing
They are with you
They are with me
Our own creations
Creations on Creations
First the spirit, then the God
Then the material
With its ritual
We are a machine
A money machine
Chewing up the earth
Destroying what is ours
For no reason
No purpose
No hope
We all make it so together
We all make it so