We're past the point of which we can never return.

The age of civilization, leaving Nature upturned.

A time of Growth and of Human advancement,

Division of labour and genetic enhacement.

Grand cities vying to conquer each other,

unearthing destructive powers left undiscovered.

Nature is but a resource, claimed and staked.

To treat it otherwise would be a grave mistake.

We're past the point of which there will never be balance.

Your Village philosophy, visibly challenged.

Your tiny worldview crumbling under the granite.

Led to believe that you can save the planet.

Burrowing underground as soon as you see havoc.

Clinging to your groves like a safety blanket.

Animal instincts and herd mentality,

In lieu of progress and reality.

Advanced thinkers leaving your Village in droves.

What little remains, unable to hold

any significance in the eyes of the world.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Phaestian, in the year 755 AF.