I fed them rich and diverse,
I satisfied their needs maybe too much,
I patiently bear their whims,
Their shelters are tainting my skin,
Their violent tools are tearing my flesh,
Their toxic breathing poisons my air,
Their projects turn me into a monster,
Their pervert thinking wants me devoted to them, absurd,
Their selfish needs, aberrant, devouring,
They see me as a victim, obliged to satisfy them,
To be theirs when they all are mine, my creation.

It is time of sacrifice, the harvest of the gatherer.
Now it's their turn to feed me,
Bodies, acts, thoughts, their emotions are ripe,
Now human parasites of greed are good to eat.
Inevitably they must pay,
For all they received for free,
For everything they built, destroying
For all they disturbed, controlling,
For all they wasted, consuming.

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