Gaia, weary of our weight

At times she groans, it feels, with hate

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Fools! I curse your vanity

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I curse your ignorance

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I curse your hubris

...

Think you her greatest creation!

Think you death shall spare you!

You and I and all shall die

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None to sing our life shall remain

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Silence shall reign when our voice falls

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Yet you hasten

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extinction