Terror Within Poem by Dean Meredith
Terror Within
The world is fucked
Officially, unofficially
Literally or not
Screwed, up, in, out
The thread is broken
Things don't work
People don't work
We're still slaves
The world is fucked
Life is war
Slow, fast
And corrupt
The ink is dry
Art imitates art
Wankers wank
In public secrecy
The world is fucked
Hope fades
Like fashion
Ugliness pokes through
The tin is empty
Our souls dead
Dreaming we're alive
No, just dying
The world is fucked
And all within it
Human misnomers
Animals too
The bombs are falling
Times are ending
Clocks will stop
Words will go
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5/1/2024 8:56:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The tin is empty Our souls dead Dreaming we're alive No, just dying.bomb is falling, time is ending...... a meditation on the terrible situation of the present world. tony