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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 though the man was destroying our heritage
And our intelligence

That era has very real
We labor for pleasure and abhor the of pressure
My generation will go down as the
Of disgust

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

in information
Fundamentalism of
Catastrophic boredom and a devotion
To which does not matter

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

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

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