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It appears that we have reached the
That zenith where stimuli and comatose
Forty years ago the man
The age of the to be upon us
And though the man was destroying our heritage
And our intelligence

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

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

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Fundamentalism of
boredom and a fanatical devotion
To that which does not

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

What have you fought for?
What have you ever 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 world you set ablaze
All your are coming true
All freedom is lost, all hope is