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Monstrosities of stone and steel

Abhorrent temples of greed and policy

Machines sweat poison, skies turn black

A progressive specter of death

Reflecting its end, humanitas

All that is created, at once, can be lost

Headlong into scorched earth realms

Our mother will reclaim that which she birthed

Unyielding force, tears fall, acidic

Waves of destruction as foundations tremble

Cleansing fire, fueled by winds of ash

Spurn the advancement of man

"The irrationality of a thing is no argument against existence,

rather a condition of it" -  FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE