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There's a Sickness


It's a strange future, but it's coming. It'll come when we least expect it. The sickness has already started and it will rapidly spread. The horror and terror that we ignore and the hate that blossoms inside of us will soon manifest into the most horrible killer of all. And the people who ignore the world's real problems will be the first to fall victim. The one's who were once on top of the world will see it the way we feel we do, from six feet under ground drowning in what we can't control. How do I know? I've seen it. It's all written in the history books we teach to the children. And in the documentaries that "no one watches". The world as we know it will be gone and there's nothing we are doing to try to stop it, because all of us are too into the thoughts of survival to see that we barely are.
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