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Masters Lyrics

mourn its passing, avert your gaze!
the anthropocene era and its ending days
we will shun our fossil traits
our blighted slate, never immaculate
our talon hands left cutting remarks
now weathered, leave coherent scars

we thought ourselves masters
considered just
we forfeit reason
became corrupt
in heady glory
and senseless words
we pardoned
our atrocity
our trophy now embellished with this sorry prize
yellowed contrivances rusted idioms
the sun could not bleach
inconsistencies
leaving our sorry resume
At some point, quite soon, it is not too far fetched to imagine that h*** sapien, a species of hominid, will become extinct through our own stupidity, and perhaps our actions will be faded by the movements of tides, by the sun, by time itself. Yet the lasting reminder of our idiocy will be clear to see - because our bones will lie in the earth and our absence proof of our arrogance.
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