The layers of haze
Sweeping over the earth
Dull and gray
Obscuring the world
Humans, staring intently
But unable to see through the barriers
Just because
It's like a dark Milky Way
Oh, humans
Awake
Who brought this haze?
Who can defeat it?
Or is this haze
An internal presence
That humans cannot dispel
About the Creator
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