A Hope for Innocence
Our World... Rapacity!
Where Men usurp the youth.
Men who manifest greed, lust, power
Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions
Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers.
Cloned as the Men
Craving corruption!
"An endless circle?" Little Johnny asked.
"Time tells" says the seer. "But until then, así es la vida."
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