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Humans have destroyed this world

I am human

I have destroyed the world

I will suffer the consequences.

I have been spawned amidst corruption

So many layers have been set before me

I know not how to find the seed.

Things of beauty, comfort, and joy

Are being sold to the few.

What is left for the many 

But shackles, pain, and fantasy.

To dream of being lifted up

Released from the dungeon

Shower in a downpour of coins. 

Lives are empty

but for the desire not to suffer.

Yet it continues on and on

Til the senses are numb 

so that even if we cannot feel joy

the pain is no longer crippling.

Is this the life the lifeless dream of?