When society collapses, will we go back to the very basics of human instinct for survival? At what cost?
We’ll spin a web,
Of lies on lies,
In tumultuous times,
When everything dies.
The soft spoken weak,
That scorned my praise,
Will run to me,
In the coming of days.
As cities burn,
Secrets alight,
Traditions collapse,
Who was right?
Equality aside,
Those days are lost,
It’s survival now,
But at what cost?
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