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Clowns are dancing everywhere

Throwing knives like

They just don't care

Jesters dancing in the streets

Collecting all the

Children to eat

Empty villages all around

No more humans can be found

The dead now are

Walking the streets

They have no shoes

On their feet

Massive over population

Killed all the world's nations

Empty ghosts that

Look like clowns

Wearing evil death frowns

One by one they

Tear us down

Saddened tears don't make a sound

Eating plastic to survive

Future crimes of genocide

Isolation will bring us down

Desolation frozen in the ground

Separation has no frown

Re-creation we are bound

Desolation,isolation,

Human flaws, deteriorating

Mass starvation, incubation,

Final code, annihilation