Ceased to be

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      Ceased to be

      Jo...ab und zu schreib ich noch Gedichte. Meistens im Büro. Das hier ist im Juni entstanden. Hoffe es gefällt wenigstens ein bisschen ;) Freu mich immer über Feedback.
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      The world that was has ceased to be
      Rotten streets are all you see
      Rules that people have obeyed
      Have been twisted and betrayed.

      Hunters roam this decayed land
      Many have died by their cold hand
      The silence is broken by raging sounds
      A false step unleashed the hounds

      In this world it's feast or die
      Distant echoes of one's last cry
      No innocence left, all hope is gone.
      Hunt in the pack, or die alone.
      “All utopias are dystopias. The term "dystopia" was coined by fools that believed a "utopia" can be functional.” ― A.E. Samaan