Awakened

It was a thundering sound

When it fell, crashing

Obliterating all comfort

A heavy heart sank

You were not there

It would be harder now

Harder to brush aside

Harder to push down

Harder not to see

Masters of society want more

More of what is really less

They play as gods

Far from sight

Littering the earth with misfortune

The fortune is almost wasted

Spilling over the entire sphere

Nowhere to hide

Wars break out

To feed the machine

Because peace is free

-Camille Delaquise

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