A pleasant lament
The water we drink drowns us
The food we eat consumes us
The air we breathe chokes us
The weather we feel withers us
The land we stand on laden us
The landscapes we awe scratch us
Our minds are corrupted, bodies are disfigured
Tools are celebrated, souls are cremated
An enchanting feast for a person who couldn't eat a morsel - aren't we the most sophisticated and blessed generation after all?
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