How can we abridge the gap between our worlds
Mend the rift that keeps us distant
We must surmount the rising chaos
Terminate the growing dissent

Our sanity is being pilfered
Usurped by a darkness which calls our names
The truth, the truth, fabricated, filtered
Our gluttony will be our end

Metaphorical marauder
Overflowing, eminent
We try to exorcise its growing power
Yet it remains irate and dominant

We condone cherubic altercations
Toxicity disguised as love
Yet we abridge our consolations
Adherent not to the powers above

We are but paupers on the street
Preaching problematic prophesies
Creating trite philosophies
Semblances of what we could be