“Like a pit hole with trash
Fed the leftovers
Polluting the land and air
Stepped on with black auras
It cries for a little bit of nutrition
Patched after an injury
To continue the endless cycle of torture
No appreciation for still cultivating nourishment
Keep going, keep going
Burnt after it reached its lifespan
Forgetfulness slowly descends
Schadenfreudes! Schadenfreudes!”
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