What I see, when I see, as I look around this world; gloom and doom as I stay up in my room. It’s the only place I want to be, where I speak and not hear much, this is the place for me. Distant, aloof, away from it all; on the one and only, how often I call
Angst, publicly displayed, the ground shakes, the earth filled with hate; every man for himself. As I look around and I see what I see, less glory, less love how darkness plagues us, and we continue on striving to be the worst we can be.
Crumble, corrode, decompose, rot; what’s the world coming to? Rape, perversion, anomalies, flow freely around me. My eyes ache as blood splatters. Mothers cry as children scatter, not into the wild blue, but to Hades, a new Tartarus hinges here where we live.
Can you see? Can you hear? What do you taste?  Can you see the breed in your face? More and more it grows out of place. Down, down, down it grows; never getting better, no Heaven arose. Falling deep and deeper, darkness comes as we reach for the depths, this world will soon end. Stillness no wind, thirst, no rain. I feel the strain, down and down we go, never to return, never more.

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