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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 gross to be us
And even though the man was destroying our
And our intelligence

era has become very real
We labor for pleasure and the guilt of pressure
My generation will go as the architects
Of contemporary

Some have and died
have allowed the strong to be butchered for a price
They themselves don't care and will never understand
I myself am beleaguered by the selfish
Of a of man that is not mankind

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

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

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

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