User:Misanthropy/Sandbox16

Barhah is Babel, backwards.
Just as the harmanz strove to create something in unison, the horde strives to tear it down.
Just as they joined hands to lift stone upon stone, the horde lashes out to rip brick from brick.
Just as they looked to the sky, to what they could only imagine was there, we reach out for hot blood and warm flesh that we know exists.
Just as their efforts fell and crumbled and failed, our strength only grows, our efforts only further themselves.
Just as they turned against each other, alienated and embittered, we only grow more interconnected, more in tune with the hive mind.
Just as they tempted fate, angered their own gods, we seek only to supplicate and sate the one desire we feel.
Just as they allowed their failure to drive them apart, set them to war, turn one against another, we take heart from our progress, work towards our aims, shamble together in unison.
Just as they let their pride guide them into catastrophic hubris, we root ourselves in reality, in humility. In barhah.