Worlds

I see an imminent dystopian world coming, consuming
Every house, every blood 

Soon! the air we breath will run out
The trees will not give away their fruits 
The water you drink will once again make you thirsty.

Without the power of faith I cannot see the utopian paradise
The land of greatness and sublimity 
Truest beauty enveloped suffering and misery 

Hardest outcomes rarely becomes harshest 
Foolish choices 
of the mass takes 
away the only thing that can make up the meta-modern individual 
Division dressed as uniqueness 

The table won't move to your advantage 
The greed that follows success will meet in shoulder
How many of our eyes have gone sightless 
To deny plagues and blights 
How many of our head have unsharpened 
To deny the spoil of motherlands converted into boxes.
Marked and toiled and loveless. 

~ Saint