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It appears we have reached the edge
zenith where stimuli and comatose 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 very
We for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure
My generation will go down as the
Of contemporary

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

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

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

What have you ever fought
What have you ever bled
The of the earth is scarred with the walking dead
The age of the gross is a living

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