I feel the heaviness of the
World pulling upon the lids
Of my eyes slowly but surly
Bringing them to a close in
Oder for me not to observe
It’s demise as all is hurled
Into turmoil and destruction
As the minds of the young
Are weakened to bring about
Distraction and so bring to an
End the era of enlightenment
Now is all pretend in that
Realm of fantasy from which
Non can defend for it is in
All it’s essence our reality