Pyrrhic Victory

To win by any means necessary and then the world burns soon thereafter.

Many men have won many wars. Struck gold with silver tongues and destruction followed. Millions have died for self righteous causes of belligerent men. Their apostles celebrated and gorged on the spoils of brutality and ignorance. They reveled in their new position atop the food chain. Great empires, short-lived power kegs of short sighted humans until it all imploded. How long did you last mighty fiends? Not long, mortal, anti-climatic. Was the victory sweet enough that the world had to die in your wake?

Fools will let the world burn to feel born again. Imagine how fragile their ego is. They can only infect the spineless but their propaganda goes viral and the world is coward. Most of us smell it too late. We keep feasting with the flies oblivious of the smell of extinction . But why stop eating when your ego never satiated. Feed the empty, fill the hole to plug the bleeding. Eat and rage. Spin the pyrrhic victory into a false awakening.

Only the scavenger really wins. It is the lord of the flies. It eats death and death eats everything that lives and wins and stinks.