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We were once different

We sought something true

And pure

We traded that in

For an empty void

A meaningless piece

That we’re told has value

So we tell the world

“Look what’s mine

Look at what I did.”

It was all for status

Fueled by fear

Of being left behind

Of losing something

That was never worth holding

Of gaining some attention

From those we’ll never know

To meet some expectation

That this is what should be done

When we finally look back

At a world devoid

Will it have been worth it?

When we’ve extracted everything

And we’re still not full

Will we extract ourselves?

When we’re spent

And we’ve lost all meaning

Will we cheer?

Or mourn

All that we once had?

This god has been forced upon us

The conditions are set

The more you hurt

The more you gain

They call it our nature

As if it cannot change

The environment breeds this

Those who benefit

Refuse to let go

As long as it feeds them

They’ll continue

It won’t stop until there’s nothing left

Every good thing we make

Will be corrupted

Is there still room for us in the world?

It’s never been harder to be heard

Through the noise

I hope someone can hear this.

Before we sign away it all

To that which always feeds

In this designed isolation

No one is in control

But everyone participates

We’re all mirrors

Hurting me hurts you

This can be different

Don’t look away.

I want to be free

There’s a light I can see

There’s a world we could make

A place we want to be

We could step forward together

I know the way things are

But it doesn’t have to be this way

Don’t you want this too?