Humans.
Humans not fit to take sustenance from the earth, they grow to make war and hate, nothing is dissipated all cram into one of many big places. The cities of mass and confusion the condensers the futile use of space where control and power is meted out like rations. No-one is allowed to see the waste, for they are wasted, like city trash and no pennies are allowed to drop in the holed hats of the poor thousands who sleep by the bulk bins, lucky to get a moral. As the dark and desperate of the night shiver amidst the dogs that howl and the fighting tom cat compete for what has become a futile survival.
Land of Divisions
Land of divisions and stereotypes, masses of multiplications of factions and nepotism networks abound. All around, world gig of contentions and licentious behaviours like seeds mass scattered of blobs and matter emerging under now virus status. Forever in mutations expect there nipples and four hands of development devolving from the new evolutions and also don’t forget to pray and pray a lot, any future is not easy in the voids of time.
