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I stared into the eyes
Of tomorrow yet to come.
Vultures and birds of
Prey ruled the skies
Picking the weak and
Vulnerable off at a whim.
I walked the streets
Of tomorrow filled with
Unease
As blood soiled the ground
In trickles off my feet.
Market stalls stocked
With human meat in broad day,
Blood the only currency
Exchanging hands.
I woke this morning
Paralyzed with fear,
At a loss as to what I
Had just seen in sleep,
I stepped outside
Looking to clear my head,
My face fell,
At what I saw,
Heart in hand
I stood there paralyzed.
Tomorrow had become today.
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