Chaos
There is no panic
We have maintained our equilibrium
We have not reached the tipping
point
There are no riots in the streets
There is a mystifying calm
Sweeping across the seven seas
Taking hold the seven continents
Stealing the bite from the disease
Are we deceiving ourselves
In the dark deep still of night
Is this a swirling madness
Transforming sound and sight
Are we lost in an illusion
Seeking refuge in safer climes
Have we taken mass confusion
And converted it to rhyme
We cannot know where our minds will go
To escape a twisted vision
Will we choose a blissful madness
Or is it even our decision
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