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Jul 2012
The things that upsetΒ Β today are simply appalling.
One click of a button can send the someone clawing.
One tap of a finger: a sentence to the abyss.
What happened so horribly that it came down to this?
There's one thing that happened that's true and clear.
The world found media, my loveliest dear.
It corrupted and changed or outlook on life.
It made simple problems as sharp as a knife.
It cut through our smiles with baroque fibs of hate.
Now we are in so deep that it's simply too late.
We sprawl on a wide couch and we barely fit.
We just sit and we watch and we watch and we sit.
We go out and we buy.
We come home and we cry.
As we sink deeper each day.
As our bodies decay.
The quicksand grows thicker.
We start sinking quicker.
All thats left is a head.
We are practically dead.
The sand seeps through our ears.
We don't acknowledge our fears.
The future goes blank.
All the champagne's been drank.
And so comes the end.
Its all over, my friend.
Society's turned the bend.
Life is just a dead end.
Not a wound left to tend.
We are lost in the trend.
It's either fight or defend.
But it doesn't really matter...
Line 24 is purposely grammatically incorrect.


Apocalypse is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Kenna
Written by
Kenna  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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   Metallis and Isabelle Kessler
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