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It appears that we reached the edge
zenith where stimuli and comatose collide
Forty ago the man proclaimed
The age of the gross to be 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 generation will go as the architects
Of contemporary

have fought and died
Others have allowed the strong to be for a price
They themselves don't care and will never understand
I myself am by the selfish face
Of a kind of man is not mankind

in information
Fundamentalism of
boredom and a fanatical devotion
To that does not matter

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

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

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