Dark age

For man can have no salvation
It's in his nature to be a beast
with manners he cloaks his desires
until it's too powerful to resist

Are we not just a few years away
when man will prey on his own kind
world of abundance, so much wasted away
to forage the decay, to lose his mind

Into a world of anarchy to so plunge
to a dark age then never to emerge
radical forces that are self aware
among this chaos are alliances forged

The End

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