Years since the storm, Misery strike back. A little more each day, Cancer of the spine corrupts our minds. Major powers in a parallel reality. Thinkin' about, their own lives, Their visions of the world plunged into the fog. As a deity at his pantheon.
Mired in conflict, stained by blood, bombed and looted. Continents collide and break up, Marred by the madness of war.
Brainwashes with visions of peace. We all know that, States mobilize in a conflict, When greed is the strongest. We all know that, Childrens, rising with weapon in the hands. Black gold, weakness, This is the human collapse.
Although trade gets off, Carved into the victim's flesh, advantage of the least faults. In poverty, money is a respite,ready to do anything to survive :
Selling your body, Smoking his life, Making war, Exchanging his entrails.
Finally, the era of slavery is not over. Tyrants, jizzed on a world about to explode.
The bloodbath will be endless. Cause' humans, can not live in harmony. Overshadowed by the quest for power and lust, Of a world where everything is bought. This is probably a filthy dream or immortality may exist around money and slavery. In a few years you can buy a heart to live another forty years ..