Dystopian Visions
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O Love cannot hope to survive
In a wilderness of stale lies.
Mercy evades the stern judges
Of humanity who never budge
From their rusted old perspectives.
They always take and never give.
Innocence hides from crude search lights
In the cold corridors of night.
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