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Cascading

We bathe in constant fear
a stale routine we adore.
Afraid of another day
we wear a war attire
to fight the odds
we create
in fear
Ash!

A
little lie,
another to tell
what a picture in hell!
As we create another sequel,
fainting, panting yet unmoved
We’ve gone far beyond rescue.

But the world is in our hands
an art we don’t understand.
So we uphold a brand,
“Dominate all lands
and create a
sinking
sand”
Ash!

Now
the earth!
once a niche of hope.
A habitation uninhabitable;
all our mess; a stinking mound.
“We are safe”, oh! What a lie..
a streak eternally inherited.

More of gullible moments to see,
our eyes stupefied in lies,
then our prone hearts,
a wasteland covered
in grey dust
Ash!

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