The Prophetic Wind

Children of the Barbarian:
Your days may seem without number,
But can be counted nonetheless.
By worshipping gods of progress
Your essence has been forsaken.
When this Truth is comprehended
The sudden, outraged reaction
Will not halt the polluted flow
Of your futureless future dream.

Technology battles Nature
In its attempt to reign supreme.
If it is ever successful,
You will finally realize
That you too are conquered and dead.
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