Here once stood one hundred million speciae, undiscovered until extinction
Here once stood unnatural amounts of prey turned product -- mechanized slaughter
The Sentient flaunted their machinist superiority -- an ersatz compensation for real instincts lost
Millenia of ancestry, polwed down for modern industry; the solution to their housing crisis was in fact the cause
So, why not humanity for habitats?
Because they'redamned 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 they're tortured, brutally murdered, because some fucking coward can't make a clean living
So he picks in 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 that 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 selective followers
And
As such, rulers reserved the right to control matters of death and life
oxygen and oceans
Metal rusts, cement crumbles
To err is human, not divine
Prayers are so intently mumbled when proud man is forced to decline