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It appears that we have 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 become very
We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of
My will go down as the architects
Of contemporary

have fought and died
Others have allowed the to be butchered for a price
They themselves don't about and will never understand
I am beleaguered by the selfish face
Of a of man that is not mankind

in information
Fundamentalism of
Catastrophic boredom and a devotion
To that which not matter

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

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

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