Destined For Disaster
Destined for disaster,
The new generation awaits
Robbed of a fortunate fate.
The present time is tormenting you
Keeping you wide awake.
Seeing inside your mind,
An imposter lurks
Behind your alter-ego,
Here you reside,
Infantile,
Preaching of impending destruction.
When you open your eyes
You see the haste
Fleeting figures pass
Consumed with consuming
Placating pesky minds.
Beneath you, the land is dry.
When you close your eyes, you can smell
the raging fire.
Sleeping in an ash bed
You look to the sky,
Now a reflection of the hell
In which you dine.
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