People often look and wonder,
All they see is a body made of stone,
Hardened and devoid of feelings,
Solidified to the core through the time,
A testament to the tests it has endured,
Peace, is just a stop between cycles of chaos,
Soon this body will be awake for another cycle,
But wonder and stupidity often come in a couple,
And one such fool thinks it will be a fun experiment,
To poke the zen of the stone who lays in state of rest,
Making up false stories and instigating others against,
Soon a mob gathered to destroy and break the stone,
Start to regret, as the cracks appear, reveals an entity,
Who is not accustomed of getting disturbed,
Unless it is from the agents of chaos and evil,
Enraged and disturbed, it breaks free of stone prison,
Consuming everything in sight until the rage subsides,
Until people and their lies, lie lifeless without any whispers.