The ambition and ingenuity of the clever animal brought the Earth unnumbered atrocities.

Some against itself, many others to their kin.

Exploitation is the name of the game.

From low key genocide.

To cruelty clear as the eye can see, destroying the old, and degrading the current ones.

The largest beast known to this animal has been played under without intention, one way or the another.

And all for what? Commerce, easy goings in the short term, worthless ideology of the old idiots?

Such acts should be met with jeers from the Heavens, and the many Earths within them.

But alas they are as dead as an embryo, maybe it could be life, but not now. Not with this cycle

The future I… I… don’t. I just don’t know, or even know if to bother


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