Impostor

I’ve killed my conscience decades ago;
What’s left is just an impostor!

When I sit on my grand throne
Cozy above the corpses of trees and more,
Fauna I ignore
Their cries, their innocence, their rights
I hear no more.

I realize, that I’ve killed my conscience decades ago;
What’s left is just an impostor…

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