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Strolling through malnourished trees,
Feeding my ego on dying leaves.
A pesticide with legs, following Mida's curse,
Blind to the forest’s muffled pleas.

As lumberjacks howl, shivering the trees,
Falling like dominos—nature’s unease.
Dazzled by the coins they bear,
Bathing in gold while letting them bleed.

Sauntering across smooth, glistening marble,
Within towering manors where excess meets.
Five-star meals line my plate,
While cars parade amidst nature's weeds.

I drain my wine like I drained the streams,
Oblivious to nature’s fading dreams.
Hallucinating as the air turns scarce,
With nothing but my greed to breathe.

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-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet