Dreams of the Far Future: Bemoaning of Hell

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In this world's realm, where shadows reign supreme,My heart sees a twisted, broken dream.A tapestry of deceit, veiled in false peace,Illusions of harmony that only serve to cease;Oh yes, I see.


The masses, blind, their eyes filled with naivety,Trapped in a web of fabricated reality.They embrace the chains, unknowing and content,Unaware of the puppeteers, their true intent;Oh yes, I see.


A hierarchy of power, an unjust divide,The weak oppressed, while the mighty abide.Nations rise and fall, fueled by endless strife,In a cycle of chaos that defines human life;Oh yes, I see.


Leaders dance, oblivious to the suffering masses,Feeding on the pain, like insatiable ravenous gases.They claim to guide, to nurture and protect,But their actions betray, leaving hearts wrecked;Oh yes, I see.


Greed and ambition, the driving force behind,The desire for dominance, the hunger to bind.A quest for control, a thirst for supremacy,Leaving behind a wake of pain and travesty;Oh yes, I see.


I witnessed the birth of nations, their golden age,Only to watch them crumble, consumed by rage.Promises shattered, like fragments of shattered glass,The weight of disillusionment, too heavy to surpass;Oh yes, I see.


In this web of lies, I sought a new dawn,To shatter illusions, to unveil what's gone wrong.But my vision was deemed madness, an aberration,And so I stand, an outcast in this vast aberration;Oh yes, I see.


In my solitude, I question the worth of it all,The futile struggles, the empires that rise and fall.For what purpose do we fight and strive,When the world we build is destined to contrive?Oh yes, I see.


So, in the depths of darkness, I watch, I wait,To witness the consequences, the inevitable fate.A testament to the flaws of human ambition,A bemoaning on this world's endless imposition.Oh yes, I see.


Me an observer of this tragic stage,A witness to humanity's never-ending rage.In my eyes, the world is laid bare,A shattered reflection, too broken to repair.

Oh yes I see.

Even if the world drains all the blood from my eyes,Even if the wicked world tries to close my eyes,Even if I am drowned in the shallow yet poisonous waters of despair,Oh, I will still see!


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