New Plane of Consciousness

Blessed are the few,
that are chosen to ascend.
They'll still be around,
when our world starts to end.

Some were here to protect,
but who could save us all?
Now all they do is chuckle,
as we begin to fall.

We brought it upon ourselves,
it's society's fault.
So let's watch our lives,
come to a crashing halt.

All we had to do was listen,
and we'd be with them in the clouds.
Now we just complain,
as our buildings hit the ground.

It all our fault,
we're meant to fail.
I hoped we learned,
our lessons well.

Nothing left to do,
but waste away in sorrow.
Hope you lived a happy life,
because there will be no tomorrow.

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