Death Of Us

We live in a world,
A world with much needed repair.
Although our globe keeps spinning,
Our lives are falling into despair.

Life is not life as it once was,
Life now, is a balloon,
Worthless to so many,
But to those living in the moment,

Our doom is no longer slower beats,
But triggers falling alongside bodies.

Will our doom halt,
Or continue until humanity falls to Gods trigger.

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