Bedtime Story
In a strangely familiar land
In the not so distant future
Veiled war-lords using Valentine power
Make puppets of the third, second and first world
The great eternal war on love
will be in it’s penultimate age
Gods pray to humans nightly
but they fall on deaf ears
Our children’s children live like savages
Among their superior technology
and the word revolution
Lives in exile with the lone people of the lifeless forest
The air is filled with cleaning agents
That slowly poison the already plebeian mind
As dictators trade blind currency
The last shreds of soul in woman and man kind
Occupies a bitter resentful host
“Oh why did we not try and live and breathe”
But don’t worry . . . that’s the future.
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