By VenderGreentag
The human—
screams into the void,
lives in lies,
devours the Earth
like a snack before the void.
Human nature—
is no miracle.
No light.
No soul.
It’s scabies.
It itches, it scratches,
and never stops.
It spreads.
It infects.
A disease,
called reason,
used for genocide.
The human—
does not create.
He copies.
He drains.
A parasite,
who likes to call himself
“the crown of evolution.”
And the crown is made of
plastic,
blood,
and Wi-Fi.
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