Babylon has fallen. You live inside a beast that is slowly bleeding to death. It gives fruits to a few and makes them addicted to the gluttony. It turns them into gatekeepers. Then the beast turns life into livestock. Life into products and human life as the central consumer. The beast feeds off wilderness and turns it into concrete. Necrosis spreading across the planet you turn into a tumor. Make the sea burn with flames. The privileged livestock who the beast created to gatekeep the lower livestock, is given special awards that also turns them into protectors. The gatekeepers will become physical upholders to the beast. Lose their humanity and offer children shackles. They will employ empty humans to kill life with mechanical machines. Empty humans gaining power from the beast and becoming glutinous too. The only line of protection for the gatekeepers though is the enforcement of violence and fear. My poor species has been made into livestock by a concept parasite. and they don’t even know it. The power of being an alive planet, and the embodiment that is conscious earth is too big of a force for a single perceptive to control. Biggest sin to commit such hubris. destroy the parasite you have made to become. Decision making power and authority for the use of wilderness should be given only to indigenous people that have not being tainted by the concept pollution of the beast, and still know how to listen to the planet and themselves breath