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It that we have reached the edge
That zenith where stimuli and 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 real
We labor for pleasure and the guilt of pressure
My generation will go as the architects
Of contemporary

Some have and died
Others have the strong to be butchered for a price
They themselves don't care about and will never
I myself am beleaguered by the face
Of a kind of man that is not

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

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

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

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