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Achilles became a cop,

in hopes that the hate will stop.

 

Aphrodite broke down in tears,

for all the years lost to mirrors.

 

For millennia the Gods and myths we idolized hid in fear,

the humans were killing them and the earth, slowly, year by year.

 

Vampires work night shifts and ghosts deliver room service,

but how we treat the elderly is scarier than costumer service.

 

If we keep treating the world like these we will lose our lore,

and when humans are alone on the earth we will beg for more.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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