It wasn't till the time we became runners,
That they laugh at us,
For our greed.
For our knowledge.
For our population.
That we invite chaos amongst us.
With heavy admission,
We did not care at first.
Taking things for granted,
It grew stronger in our blood.
But how far can we run?
How long can we hide?
Now that all is to be erase,
To a blank new page.
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