Apocalyptic world

Bygone eras speak of a time,

When worlds were one and sublime,

There was peace and joy in the living,

And beauty and continuity in the giving,

In a land of utopia there was no misgiving,

Yet something inside was definitely brewing,

For in the state of utmost flawlessness,

There existed a take of unmatched meanness,

Slowing creeping upon the perfect,

It threatened to destroy with a viciousness,

And as human as we are,

Oh how we succumbed to the darkness,

Extinguishing the light inside in all earnest,

Suddenly the world was taken over,

By the devil in our very own selves,

Thus began the end of the world as we know,

With no tomorrow to begin.

Here’s a cleaner version of your poem, maintaining its reflective and contemplative tone while enhancing clarity and rhythm:

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**The End of Utopia**

Bygone eras speak of a time  

When worlds were one, and all was sublime.  

There was peace and joy in living,  

And beauty and continuity in giving.  

In this land of utopia, there was no misgiving,  

Yet something inside was quietly brewing.  

For in a state of perfect flawlessness,  

Lurked a tale of unmatched meanness—  

Creeping slowly upon the ideal,  

Threatening to destroy with a ruthless zeal.  

And as human as we are,  

Oh, how we succumbed to the darkness,  

Extinguishing the light within,  

With hearts heavy and earnest.  

Suddenly, the world was taken over  

By the devil within ourselves.  

Thus began the end of the world we knew,  

With no tomorrow to see us through.  

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This version refines the flow of the poem while preserving the idea of a fall from an idealistic state into a darker reality. Let me know what you think!