The Society Is Falling


The society is falling.
In a tumble of cloud and dust.
The people are yelling.
An oblivion of anger and rage.
Light will not shine.
And no one will sing.
Till the angels of truth float down from the heavens.
And the dust of vain thinking has settled.
Only then will we walk the stairway to the land of clouds and gold. Which is really a silver lining around a cloud of hatred.
Forever in the circle of guilt and shame and despair.
That sends us around in a roller coaster, a never ending ride of tourture and steep hills sourced from the problems created by no one but ourselves.
The sun which shines rays of peace and love forever hidden behind the loud of silence and cold stares.
Until we speak the words of truth which warm the hearts of even the most cold then the stairs to peace will remain hidden.
The society is falling.
In a tumble of cloud and dust.

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