The new normal is pain, as souls inch toward a point where they forget how it feels not to be hurting.
The new normal is hunger, while weakened spirits line up outside the door, waiting to be let in to nibble on sins.
The new normal is selfishness, where “me-first” is hugely rewarded and dollar signs reign.
The new normal is pushing us to the brink, discombobulated, we all start to believe it’s how it should be.
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