Ghosts of future memories haunt me
Staring off in the distance
As tells from my scryne tingle down my spine as they exit my mind
Thoughts of the slain rushing through my veins
Scrying to decipher any meaning
Realizing
It is nothing but chaos and incompetence that drives the world
Hurled down
Into a land ruled by clowns
Slowly being stripped of the fabric of their false reality
Everyone starving to be kings and queens
Only placing value in ephemeral things
Rather than what makes their heart sing
Fantasizing about evocative phantasms of the hereafter
Hoping this is the last disaster
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