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I'll be frank.
The world is broken.
It doesn't matter which party cracked it, it only matters that it doesn't work anymore.
Like a complex electronic component, our world rattles like the wires have come loose.
The connection is lost.
There is no power, only chaotic sparks that shoot from daylight like blood from a sliced jugular.
Power.
Power from people-batteries that have drowned like rats in their own biological juices.
A dead world.
The more it demands function, the more the blood sparks fly.
Shooting children in school because the girl he once kissed doesn't like him no more.
Sparks.
Blood.
Explosions of religious orientated death because the people have no respect for ancient law.
Spark.
Blood.
A broken world where the business won't double despite the fancy math applied to it's failure.
Blood.
Spark.
The family unit now a contagious disease that will tax the last percent they might have otherwise let you spend on whores.
We are a dead society.
A global connection like a stitched cadaver.
And all of space mocks our passage into the nether of a decayed social star-wish.
Dead.
We are dead.
Thank you to "powerful old men."
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Ever Yours'
J.S.