It all started cold. Everything seemed so unclear.
Day became night and night didn't miss the opportunity of becoming day. The seemingly lone sheep turned into a dire wolf and a tiny rat became a vicious cat.
Peace kicked the bucket— how sad. Nature travailed and gave birth to war — so abnormal. "R.I.P" we now say to the word "Trust" as she's long dead. Everyman to himself.
We easily find thorns among our vegetables which is making the harvest harder. Rulership has shifted hands. Lions now eat grass —pause and imagine that, it's despicable. Anarchy is now our motto.
Who will save us?
Par: Sambasy
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