Society exists by active effort
All the gears must turn
On and on
Straight to wastelands
It's weaknesses are everywhere
A wrench can clog it up
Battling our nature
As well as that of Earths
Living in a shit pile
Gray skies
Brown seas
Charcoal lowlifes
I hope that one day it fails
That true life will begin
I hope for our freedom
That or our extinction
Tree roots crack concrete
Criminals rob banks
One day it won't be fixed
I hope for the apocalypse

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