This world seems so crazy;
I hear the sirens call
Once again racing toward
Calamities unknown.
How did these streets turn
To dens of vile deceit,
While the pious fill church coffers
With their righteous mites.
Death like a parasitic being
Latches onto us, seeping,
Draining all life away
Into its all-consuming void.
Even the sun is blocked out
By the grey luminous clouds
Threatening to enclose us
In unending darkness.
Where is the light?
How am I to see
The path though this mire
Of disjointed reality?
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