Suddenly the world plunges down to the ground with despair
as the world loses it's little lust the envy of the
situation makes the Earth like dust in the wind.

I find the strife penetrating me like a knife
the humanity is unbearable the disease is
making the world feel terrible and the toil makes
all plans foil.

One question remains is it a box or a jar?

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