Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Without further commentary beyond this applies in several ways in several contexts, and, unless you know me very well, unlikely to be about what you think it is.

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