The Future
It's dark ,
very bleak and distant,
it's filled with a malestorm of burnt books and T.V. idols,
reality spin-offs and World Star videos,
it's creeping ever closer,
with every passing day,
I pray for the day that this darkness turns to light,
there is hope in the halls and library,
in the classroom and in the books,
but the future is coming,
either dark,
or bright
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