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It appears that we reached the edge
That where stimuli and comatose collide
Forty years ago the man
The age of the to be upon us
And even though the man was destroying our
And our intelligence

That era has very real
We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of
My generation will go as the architects
Of disgust

Some have fought and
Others have the strong to be butchered for a price
They themselves don't care about and will understand
I am beleaguered by the selfish face
Of a of man that is not mankind

Distrust in
Fundamentalism of
Catastrophic boredom and a devotion
To which does not matter

Where is your glory now,
Where are your Gods and
Where is your and salvation?
You rage for no reason because you no reason

have you ever fought for?
What you ever bled for?
The face of the is scarred with the walking dead
The age of the gross is a living

This is the future you have
is the world you have set ablaze
All lies are coming true
All is lost, all hope is gone