The waters more venomous,
Skies grey with aghast,
The concrete jungle growing around tamed souls,
Humanity, a fashion of the past.
The metal hounds
circle us,
Waiting, ready to pounce,
Flames bellowing from every breath,
Eyeing every inch, every ounce.
They know we are helpless,
Mice in lion’s shell,
Still believing in tooth-stealing fairies,
Horned horses, superheroes and Tinkerbell.
Preying us with pride and fame,
Slowly plunging into that sinning depth,
Like pitiful, mindless robots,
Falling into their trap, laid with so much deft.
That thirst doesn't need blood,
Those teeth don’t tear flesh,
Prowling till we lose our way,
Till Life is a never-ending night and Death the only day.
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