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It appears we have reached the edge
That where stimuli and comatose collide
Forty ago the man proclaimed
The age of the to be upon us
And even the man was destroying our heritage
And insulting our

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

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

Distrust in
Fundamentalism of
boredom and a fanatical devotion
To which does not matter

Where is your now, people?
Where are your and politicians?
Where is your and salvation?
You rage for no reason because you have no

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

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