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All centuries flowed in depletion,
pillaged through man greed,
into a heritage of decline
veiled as splendor and prosperity.

Our history reaped to a wasteland,
spent on selfish needs.
From lounges of comfort,
deep in neglect raised,
to be unseen.

So gleaming graves we dwell down there.

Impassive to the harm of their voracity,
culprits toast before this portrait of mankind.
Avarice, wastage, pollution,
exploitation, disregard, self-deception:
faults renewed in grim firmness
and through years slowly turned
in bloodied brushes,
drawing the modern man face.

With rotten, soon pouring colors.

Delighted by the outcomes of their malice,
culprits gather and feast by this portrait
of us.

An agonizing world
lost in wounds and abuse,
left rotting unheard
from a disease
with no cure;
unaware of that masterpiece
featured at our museum of decadence,
which won’t cease to be enhanced
with further works of ignorance.

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