Collapse
Directionless
Hopeless
Faithless
The spiral is underway
The captain of the ship has never seen the ocean
The leader of the expedition has never been in snow
The rulers of the people don’t even like the people
Why should we believe them?
Why should we trust them?
Why should we obey them?
Resources are siphoned by a few greedy souls
Soullessly, they refuse to give back
While half the population is plotting their next meal
Maybe tomorrow they will eat,
Maybe tomorrow they can sleep
After eighteen hours of labor gaining nil
The people believe conspiracy
But they cannot see the truth
Unprepared for reasoning
They accept the boldest lies
If they knew the truth
They would rebel
But give them a shiny trinket
And silence will set in
Tomorrow, they’ll work even longer
For less pay
The world spins ever faster
Until it cannot retain its shape
Distorted and fractured
All is divided
Soon the Great Collapse will come
When nothing works
Nothing counts
No one cares
All is lost
And all is dead
Destroyed
Forever
Gone
The End
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