Antagonist

If we were antagonist
we'd smash the hero with our fists
we'd ransom princes
and steal big things
with frosted denim underlings
they might call us Doctor Hell
but only time will really tell
which immortal hand or eye
will be there waiting when we die
we do espy with our glum eyes
our sister, Death, and all her flies
buzzing they surround our face
and blind us to her pale wan grace
eschatology is wine
for weaklings who trust things divine
we're none of these, a simple fool
a mortal thing sits on a stool
two legs two arms a body too
there nothing more to we or you
acceptance of that fact is growth
without it people die in sloth
unrealized and blind to Ur:
the holiness of this green Earth