It is a horrific giant grinder where humans grind humans by their behaviour
If they do not kill each other physically,
they ruin each other's lives through commerce, ideology, or faith
I'm trapped in the diamond cage
where claiming to be sustainable and eco-friendly isn't deemed a falsehood
these are "strategy" and "marketing" that cause more success
Oh, dear human, in the distant future, in 200 or 253 or 345 years
If you will exist, please forget this age, your shameful history
This isn't your typical "doomsday" tale
It is just a ridiculous fear of me
Because here, now, this
It is a plastic-covered hell that is heating and rotten
while people do not care as they are in crazy love with hierarchies
They still do new business as they still chase money
Oh, man, in that future, I can't even imagine Your world, if it exists...
I hope you will be very different from your predecessors in my age
I am in a trap
I am in the diamond-cage
Where absurdity of non-equality is deemed commonplace
Where the only solution for everything is more business and more capitalism
Where humans presume themselves the owners of this planet
I hope You, oh human, in that future, you do not have a body
And your culture is not related to that human history we are in this age now
Because this is a hell-like something here
and humans are the tiny, hard-working devils in it
Oh, man, in that future, you are just my imagination
Because we might not survive this age
so that future where you could be
simple cannot exist
so all my words for you were useless
and the only thing I can do
laughing at myself
I hope you will be very different from your predecessors in my age
I am in a trap
I am in the diamond-cage
Where absurdity of non-equality is deemed commonplace
Where the only solution for everything is more business and more capitalism
Where humans presume themselves the owners of this planet
I hope You, oh human, in that future, you do not have a body
And your culture is not related to that human history we are in this age now
Because this is a hell-like something here
and humans are the tiny, hard-working devils in it
Oh, man, in that future, you are just my imagination
Because we might not survive this age
so that future where you could be
simple cannot exist
so all my words for you were useless
and the only thing I can do
laughing at myself
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