Homo sapiens have made it perfectly clear
We can't control ourselves
Living a life perfectly fine with blindly multiplying
Conscious of ruination coursing through our own bloodlines
Is this not a cesspool, our toilet earth
That we've crafted for our progenies?
And in this landfill where we lay...
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