Mortality

Crawl the ground my nasty vermin, plaguing the world with war in the right and famine on the left. Your acts present themselves not as sins, but as instinct. You smirk, giggle, and swagger around as if you were any higher than just beasts. But, you must remember that you must die, for no human being is any greater than the dust it came from. And such the dust will become dust once again.