The Real World
As always life is an oblivious blackhole,
Demanding everyone's attention
Yet wanting none.
A place where hemans reign
With superficial barbie dolls.
Suspended in their crystal castles in the sky,
High above the flames of a decaying world.
Where even babies beg for their supper
Through tortured cries of innocence.
How can one live in this place without
Becoming just another drone?
Living their life with rust stained gears!
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