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It appears we have reached the edge
That zenith where stimuli and comatose
years ago the man proclaimed
The age of the gross to be 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

Some have and died
Others allowed the strong to be butchered for a price
They themselves don't care about and 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 fanatical
To that does not matter

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

have you ever fought for?
What have you ever for?
The face of the earth is scarred with the walking
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