The Horizon
Society is cursed, I said,
A plague lies upon it and feeds off its inhabitants,
Hatred runs deep,
Anger festers in all there is,
Deceit has now become the currency,
I walked down the street and they tell me, 
Love!, Love!! is dead, survival is all that matters
A Demigod rise from the ashes,
Launched from the finest scorns of the earth,
I walked down the street and they tell me,
Our downfall is here, we have to throw him under the bus,
Why work so tirelessly?
Our labor value has become a burden,
The plague has taken the center stage,
And why does the Demigod matters?
Only for all to be consumed by the jaws of death.
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