The Present State

The nations plot and rage
The world goes grinding on
            Many caught in her cogs
            Continually disarranged

The turmoil triumphs 
The plague it plunges all

Here we fall
We are the fall
O’ the hell we’ve made!

The world is groaning
I reciprocate her pain

O’ maranatha! 

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