A bright white tragedy
Contorting malady
To new heights of apathy

Lo, the lowing of the herd
Goes unheard
Slaughter to laughter
And laughter turns to slaughter

Contentedness deserved of calamity
Oversatedness posing as amity
All knowledge has fallen to vanity

Their saccharine dreams
Have been washed away
By a rising storm
For no longer can they be goaded
To preserve themselves
Their idleness has provoked their demise

They try to suppress their consciousness, churning
And awaken to find their world is burning

They are not loved more than death
Humanitas: Deustus Ex Machina

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