Evolved as we are
normally delusional
by any clever modality,
hope peers eternal
to another living star
amid bouts of reality
these factories infernal
twist our self-divinology
for greed-growth technology
contaminating the biosphere
in greenwash disguise,
til Earth can take no more
and finally dies.

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