Sincerity has left the shoulders of youth
The wizened grey one of skepticism has taken control
Oh, how wise he looks, with eyes grey-blue and stoic stance
But "Contempt" is his middle name; derision, his ways
The arrogant mocker has his foothold in this day's rule
And true hope seems far away from the land in which we live
Eternal winter shall come in his wake; lifeless, steely cold
Like the bitter winds of the frozen desert
Desolation is the outcome, barren wasteland the aftermath
For he cares not for life, he crushes soul, spirit, and body
Abundance shall be destroyed, gaiety decease in the blight
The world shall end in genocide, all living creatures annihilated
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