You have a choice to make,
Do you struggle with what's given to you,
Or do you choose to take,
Collect what's at hand to combine for more?
Devices that did not exist before,
Bad for Mother Nature,
If you believe she has a goal at core,
Or care's a wit about where we end up,
It's crucial for your day,
You don't want to make choices not knowing,
But then again, you may.
Who's to say?
None of this has made sense,
'specially if your god has given you rules,
That demand that this poem makes you tense.
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