The World
We live in a world
led by idiots.
We live in a world
where war is peace,
and peace is war.
We live in a world
where money is everything,
and no money is nothing.
We live in a world,
where love is rare,
and violence abundant.
We live in a world,
where people are dying,
and nobody is crying.
We live in a world,
a cold, bitter, shallow world.
The world.
Our world,
It's going to shits,
but it's okay
as long as we have money,
we won't throw any fits.
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