Industry is a defiled necrovore
who eats the corpses of a billion primordial plants and animals—
desecrates the sacred abyss of their subterranean tombs.
Humanity, who worships it
as their one true god,
is defiled and defiler,
and every last human will end up in the furious sepulcher
fathoms beneath the rotting crust
where oily tendrils of entropy
consume their long putrid flesh and bones
until it is uniform, indistinguishable from the thick morass
of the blackest death,
burns with choking flames.
Their monuments will wither away to dust in a million years.
And not a creature will remember anything about them.
Time itself, a greater horror than they ever were,
will eat their corpse dust and shit out life.
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