Here once stood one hundred million speciae, undiscovered until extinction.
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Here once stood unnatural amounts of prey turned product -- mechanized slaughter.
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The Sentient flaunted their machinist superiority -- an ersatz compensation for real instincts lost.
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Millenia of ancestry, polwed down for modern industry; the solution to their housing crisis was in fact the cause.
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So, why not humanity for habitats?
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Because they'redamned if they do and damned when they can't!
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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.
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So he picks in the voiceless children;
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a¢æ©«Well, they're not smart like us, they won't feel a thing!a¢æ?
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That's a fact? Please explain!
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Why should we even care?
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The things that we destroyed did not need to be there.
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And we know what is right!
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It's survival of the selfish!
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The bi-pedal tyrant goes down with his ship in the end.
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Here once stood invented laws and morals, applicable to selective followers.
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And.
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As such, rulers reserved the right to control matters of death and life.
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...oxygen and oceans...
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Metal rusts, cement crumbles.
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To err is human, not divine.
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Prayers are so intently mumbled when proud man is forced to decline.
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The Sentient
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The Agonist |