Everyone now a days has such a skeptical point of view,
Hiding behind a wall of uncertainty from everything they knew,
But there are the very few that stand unshaken to negativity,
The news seems to only tell of only the bad news, with a chance of clear skies,
Our world is infested with flies but it doesn't mean we need to exaggerate the story,
So what happens when all the positive is gone?
There will be no rags to riches, And no fame or glory,
Fashionable to be pessimistic with no song...
when everything is wrong, No happiness.
Just robots as the majority, more than human, with circuits tangled like knotted spagetti,
Soon our young will be store bought then mangled to the truth,
Counterfeited lies, Finding out that we are disguised as life,
Realizing that the tools we carry are our antagonist, our knife,
Sold for parts then shipped off to a land, as we notice we're artificial,
Told to focus, but programmed to fail,
Assuming the worst from the start,
To find that we lost what makes us human, Our heart.
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