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It that we have reached the edge
That zenith where 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

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

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

Distrust in
of opinion
Catastrophic boredom and a fanatical
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 fought for?
What you ever bled for?
The face of the earth is scarred with the walking
The age of the gross is a virus

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