From the moment you decide to ride roughshod over creation,
To dominate and conquer with unbridled ambition,
You set yourself on a path of cold isolation,
A journey that will lead to your own destruction.
You trample on the world with no thought for its beauty,
Wielding your power with cruel impunity,
Ravaging the land and razing the trees,
Ignoring the cries of nature, riding rough as you please.
But in the end, all your selfishness will catch up with you,
For the wrath of the earth is a force that’s true,
And it will rise up against your callous abuse,
Bringing you to your knees, no more to refuse.
You’ll feel the weight of your actions, heavy as lead,
As your arrogance gives way to fear and dread,
And you realize the true cost of your reckless tread,
Leaving you with nothing but regrets, and longings dead.
So if you wish to ride roughshod over creation,
Think twice before embracing destruction as your mission,
For the world is a fragile and precious creation,
Deserving of your reverence, and utmost attention.
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