THIS IS THE REALITY ERA
WHEN EVERYBODY HAS
ABSOLUTELY NO CONTROL OF ANYTHING,
A TIME WHEN THE ONLY THING BEAUTIFUL
IS THE UGLY TRUTH,
A TIME WHEN THE LIGHT OF DAY
IS SEEN FOR WHAT IT IS -
A RAY THAT SHINES FOR ONLY TROUBLES,
AN ERA IN WHICH WE ARE
TOTALLY OVERWHELMED BY AUTHORITIES.
THE ONLY FAVOUR WE CAN DO OURSELVES
IS TO ADAPT TO IT
OR WE SEE OUR SLOW AND AGONIZING DEMISE.
THERE IS NO WAY TO RUN,
EVEN THOUGH RUNNING MIGHT BE AN OPTION.
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