"Adrift"

 
Adrift in the winds of uncertainty.
Questioning reality designed by AI.
Society is a bomb with a short fuse;
Chaos has its finger on the trigger.
The world is spiraling into anarchy.
Rich boys escaping in phallic rockets
As the poor riot over a pointless pink cup
Only to further fuel the damn algorithms.
A country is an egomaniac's playground
As we loom closer to the world burning
With the final evolution of our destruction.
Nature will be forever scarred by the ashes.
As lines are drawn between blue and red,
Dividing a powder keg fueled by hatred.
The fuse timer delayed for this November.
The bringer of death will tally our fates.
Behind closed doors, the future is bought.
A pact paid for by the souls of the damned.
As we foolishly pray towards the neon gods.
Our last hopes adrift in the winds of chaos.