Heed this call forevermore

To avoid this sordid gore

That arises from this deadly sin

Apathy - it always finds a way to win


It imbues itself upon the brain

With a feeling of utmost disdain

And it knows how to deliver my woes,

Perfectly suited to be one of my million foes


It wakes me up at 5:55

To perform its loathly jive

Forcing its wretched face in my mind

Its body and mine forever intertwined


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Our world
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