Lockdown 2040

Predictive programming strikes once again,

On the Resident Evil save screen back then.

A newspaper article stating lockdown 2040,

I find these witchcraft spells rather naughty.

A new fear after 2039 and ringing in this year, 

We're prodded insects trying to dodge a spear.

None of these outbreaks seem natural in the slightest,

Like they are created in labs purposely, I do detest.

Social credit score systems have silenced dissent,

Every law meant to be righteous, in their favour it's bent.

False hope is a written script that's recited up on stage,

The antichrist spirit will fall but unfortunately rules this age.