Levels
My mind in levels and layers.
Politics are as useful as prayers.
Life still exists without saviors,
Built upon slaves and their labor.
Nature exists, but who made her?
We reign supreme in her favor.
We buy her and sell her and trade her.
Her face in my mind is mere vapor.
Destroyed by the toys that we gave her.
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