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It that we have reached the edge
zenith where stimuli and comatose collide
Forty years ago the man
The age of the gross to be us
And even though the man was our heritage
And our intelligence

That era has become real
We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of
My generation will go down as the
Of contemporary

have fought and died
Others have allowed the to be butchered for a price
They themselves care about and will never understand
I myself am beleaguered by the face
Of a kind of man is not mankind

Distrust in
of opinion
Catastrophic and a fanatical devotion
To that which not matter

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

What have you ever for?
What have you ever bled
The face of the earth is scarred the walking dead
The age of the is a living virus

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