Chaos

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Allow me to talk briefly
Not trying to sound cocky
but the memory mocking me
of a time where we could do anything so colorfully
Weakened by the hypocrisy
Ironically following the illusion that brings us closer to diversity
Equally sensing the difficulty,
devotedly making sense of something so epidemically evolutionary
Surprisingly exceeding the expectations of those who look down on me excessively
Eventually I will learn that judgment is consequence

but in my defense
This seems to make sense
when we can't attack back using weapons
but instead using words
Seeing our fate
The things we hallucinate and exaggerate motivate the feeling that frustrates
What if I fail?
Was it all just a folktale?
Unveil the full scale trail that will impale my heart with the nail of anguish and pain

But the thing we all claim
Is to have the same lame way to obtain arcane
Please explain how you do not constrain to be inhumane
Held down by chain to restrain my own brain from insanity
Steadily awoken by abusively accepting the accessibility
Arrogantly accepting how to be intellectually curious
Supposedly saying we need to be delirious
Protecting our own eyes
From the chaos that consumes the world

Did we lose?
Do you see it on the news?
The world is red
Just another species dead
After they are fed
More lies and deceit
This world is gone
Solving the phenomenon of how we got here through the nightmare...
A world engulfed in constant despair
All the people so explicitly unaware
Of the imminent doom you will soon see go boom.

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