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Society's Future

Society's Future

The year is 2084 and society has become worse.
As each day passes, people lose their morals even more, it's like having a curse.
My son wanted to play outside after dark and he sneaked outside.
Sadly, he was kidnapped and he became the victim of a homicide.
He signed his own death warrant when he was outside after dark, I lost my only kid.
Children can't safely play outside after dark, what my son did was incredibly stupid.
As each day goes by, it gets harder and harder for me to deal with his death.
I cry every day, my son must have been terrified when he took his final breath.
Everybody has bars on their windows and they keep their doors locked at all times.
People take these precautions to prevent themselves from being victims of crimes.
Murder, rape and other crimes are at an all time high.
As each day passes, more people will suffer and die.
A bill was passed to release murderers early.
That proves that our government is squirrely.
The government has become too soft on crime and that makes things worse than they once were.
Things will worsen as the years continue to pass and people will have an even more horrible future.

 

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