The Eagle

The egg, fertilized by rebellion, hatched into a great eagle. Word spread throughout the land that this bird would one day conquer the world... and more. The nations were afraid, and tried to kill the small one.

So with feathers not yet unfurled, the eagle began its life with bloodshed and war. In time, it grew and learned to fly, its shadow covering all the land. The people of the earth came and bowed before it, in tribute, out of fear.

And now this great bird has become drunk with its enemies' blood. Which it sips no longer, but gulps in long droughts, and refills its cup. Blinking stupidly around, it sees the white robe of a preacher and wipes its disgusting beak on it.

Oh, you stupid bird, you no longer see through your enemies' plans. Your fate is in their hands now, and there is nothing you can do. Just look at all your children. They curse your face, and leave your rotting nest.

Why do you not preen your feathers and strut about as before? And see the earth around you, the sky above you. Even they are rotting to dust. The time has come to clean the earth, and you're the first to go.