• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 02
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The apathy of dolls

You see, I know we must evolve
but there is no impetus.
Stagnation is too commanding
and I am reluctant to leave this chair.
So I stare at this apocalyptic age
and wonder at man's trepidation
to alter their destructive rage.
As my plastic soul is bleached of hope,
I know we need to stand up.

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