Here once stood one hundred million species,
Undiscovered until extinction.
Here once stood unnatural amounts
Of pretty turn product — mechanized slaughter.
The sentient flaunted their machinists superiority —
An ersatz compensation for real instincts lost.
Millenia of ancestry plowed down for modern industry,
The solution to their housing crisis was in fact the cause.
So why not humanity for habitats?
Because they are damned
If they do and damned when they can’t.
Euthanasia is a crimeless death penalty,
But it’s still better than what they get,
When tortured, brutally murdered,
Because some fucking coward can’t make a clean living.
So he picks on the voiceless children:
«Well, they’re not smart like us, they won’t feel a thing».
That’s a fact? Please, explain!
Why should we even care?
The things we destroyed did not need to be there.
(And we know what is right!)
It’s survival of the selfish!
The bi-pedal tyrant goes down with his ship in the end.
Here once stood invented laws and morals
Applicable to selected followers,
And as such rules reserved the right
To control matters of death and life.
Oxygen and oceans.
Metal rusts, cement crumbles.
To err is human, not divine.
Preyers are so intently mumbled,
When proud man is forced to decline.
Why should we even care?
The things we destroyed did not need to be there.
It’s survival of the selfish!
The bi-pedal tyrant goes down with his ship in the end.